The image of Little Red fogged out and was replaced by grinning reality. A shadow of a wolf on the wall was roiled about, as if fighting the darkness for existence. The old woman stood amidst it, her mind burning, waiting for death to call. She inhaled, and the shadow was inside her, searing her lungs like fire. The agony was intensifying, but she endured it, refusing to collapse or even scream. The visit from Little Red was still fresh on her mind.
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