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s eyes, sharp as a hawk's, swept over the chaos in the hall. Gideon, dripping with coffee. Meredi
ignoring the wet stain on his shirt. "Fat
st his son and stopped in front of Cilla.
n the rug, right next to a clump of mud that had fallen
sperate to get away from the cane. Her back hit a glass pane, pus
tween rows of lush, exotic plants. Mud smear
"Get her out of there! Thos
er eyes locked onto the plant she had just dirtied. The white petal
fog of madness vanished, re
Amazonian Ghost Lily variant. An
s mouth open to yell again. But his foot sudde
n his head echoed, calm and clinical. It's releasing a neuroto
he person who had just spoken. But there was no one near him. Jus
s room, he has maybe a year left. He'll drop
o his chest, but it wasn't his heart. It was
ere vacant. But the voice... the voice had come from
ed in. He didn't have time to ques
art!" he wheezed. He made his face turn red, his br
olden!" He lunged forward, catching
c. Gideon yelled for a doct
s, her body trembling. But inside, s
ld man. Go
er's arms, felt his eyelid twi
and rage swirling in his gut. And I
ily physician, ran in with his medical bag. He
ist with a surprisingly strong
serious despite his "weakness." "Take that plant. Root, stem, soi
step forward.
stepped in his p
he medical wing, Horace turned his head. He looked directly at Cilla, still c
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