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Turning the knob, I push the door open and take a step
inside. The smell, urine mixed with corncakes, hits me first.
Then I see her. Dangling on a colorful rope. Hanging from
the ceiling. Face red and blotchy. Eyes wide with horror. Neck
gouged and bleeding where she fought from instinct or because
she changed her mind.
I scream as the reality of what I see hits me. Hard.
Ryme is dead.
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