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"Ian then had burst into tears again, and after muttering some half-heard word of condolence, Shinny had passed into the parlor. He lifted it over his head. That was all in the past, though. But it's gruesome, too! The gray side of the Royal had begun to turn black. Like an idol, she gave only one thing: a feeling of unease deepening steadily toward terror. He wished he was dead, but through the pain-soaked haze that filled his mind like a summer storm-cloud, he did not know he wished it. mamma