"I didn’t think about the house much over the next few days, even as I walked past it. I guess I had scratched my itch into dull submission. But I knew, deep down, that I wasn’t finished. I had become the dark thing. The peace-stealer. Such a beast is not content to lay down and gnaw at bones. It craves the hunt. It needs fresh prey.
That is why, when I saw Felicity Chambers’ car in the driveway again, I knew I would be returning to the house that very night."
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