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Eighty paces away the doll stopped and cried. “I lost my friend.”
Sara halted. The voice sounded oddly like Mia’s. Shivers swept along her spine. Pivoting, she planned on heading back the way she came, but the way was blocked. There now grew a wall where none had previously been. It was a strange wall. Pipes arranged themselves in a twisting effigy of a tall, metallic tree seeping water. And the pipes moved. Snaking together, they formed a figure. She watched, rapt at the intertwining of clinking and scraping conduits. They drew together tighter and tighter, the form becoming more and more like that of a man, a very large and menacing man. She backed away and bumped into something soft. When she spun around, she instinctively shoved her hands forward. The doll squealed as its head toppled. Like a fragile egg, it hit the floor and cracked open spilling a thick, milky substance.
“Why are you killing me, Sara?” sobbed the broken doll.
“Shut up!” Sara cried, kicking the doll and the dead girl. Behind her the noise becomes deafening. Loud bursting pops of steam, rushing water, and the crunching of tearing metal forced Sara to cover her ears. The water swirled around her ankles. Not wanting to face the twisted man, Sara ran in the direction the doll had appeared from.
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