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Chicoro was dead . . . dead. Yet her hand had come
out of the fog and brushed across his cheek.

It was at that moment that he became sickeningly aware of his approaching madness. With a wrench of almost physical pain, he felt the last faint vestiges of his sanity tearing loose and fleeing in abject terror into the shifting shadows gathered at the back of his mind.

At that moment, Lieutenant Joshua Fal-

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