O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive~ Walter Scott

Sterling

“Araneae,” I called repeatedly as the elevator doors closed, and her limp body collapsed against mine. My voice rose with each floor we descended until her head rolled back, and panic flooded my bloodstream. This was more than a reaction to what she’d just heard. “Araneae, you’re all right,” I reassured, uncertain if she could hear me.

Was she?

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