It was in the middle of the night. Michael stood on the camera and the Keeper extended it until Michael could jump to Jackie’s neck. Michael danced back but it grabbed his leg and shook him off his feet, then raised its claws over him. Attached to it was a paper tag that read NAKADA.
Whatever happens, we’re alive, we’re breathing, we’re having conscious thoughts. You can’t miss it. The hands always gave it away—that is, if you wanted to pass for a woman. He is alone.
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