Broken Night
'It's the right address,' Julia claimed, double-checking her cell phone, which had done the bulk of the navigation during the hour-long journey.
I remember Lacey muttered something then, something about living organisms not existing in states of reality and staying sane.
'What?' Kelly demanded, arching her eyebrow.
'It's from a book,' Lacey added, 'By Shirley Jackson.'
'Isn't she the one who did that story about the people throwing rocks at one of their own now and then?' Julia inquired, arching her eyebrows.
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