He made a movement with his fingers like putting out a candle, snuffed out. I frowned at him. Drink, he said, you'll feel better once you've had some coffee. It was way too intimate for my tastes, and not long ago, when the ardeur was hungry this much up-close-and-personal would have raised it, but there was nothing.
You think I'm being silly, don't you? No, he should have probably asked you before rearranging everything. I don't trust anybody. Better, less frightening, but just as dead. I expected a voice to match the terror, but there was silence, a silence so loud that all I could hear was the beating of the blood in my veins.
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