No more lies, I tell myself. The idol seems heavy as I walk through the halls of the apartment. So silent, this abandoned place. When will they find the body? When will they know? I take the trolly, and its red paint makes me shiver. Soon the smell of the sea is in my nose, that awful, wonderful odor. I hurry my way onto a dock full of holidayers and children and lovers. I’m pursued by my own demons, and feel a spurring dread cover my body. Elbowing, shoving, swearing, I force my way to the edge of the dock.
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