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Meghan's Hand Gripped My Wrist
Meghan grabbed my wrist and dragged me towards the workshop. The reality of what I had walked through the night before was clearly shown in terrible detail. Not on each stall were figures of all shapes and sizes. None of them were human. All of them moved with a jerky motion like nothing I'd seen outside of dreams. When I screamed, the eyes of every head swiveled in their frames and stared at me with a desperate pleading that told me they still knew pain.