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Chapter Forty Seven

CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN

Bryony Sleeps on Peter’s Shoulder

This is what the murderer thought:

He thought, “I can’t believe my luck! They’re so trusting. Useful.”

He thought, “Perhaps she is fated for the desert after all, only . . . with my help.”

He thought, “It’s not long now.”

Beneath the flying airplane, the desert howled and hissed and coiled around itself in painful anticipation. It somehow sensed Bryony’s arrival, somehow tasted the soft flesh hidden under her skin. It sucked greedily at what it knew would sate it.

It is time. It is time. The desert always knew it would come.
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