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((Clarice Halwood continued from If It Bleeds, It Leads.))

How or why she ran here, Clarice couldn’t say. All she knew is that she’d burst into a library at some point, and then that seemed a good point to stop. And by stop, she meant drop her things and sit down exactly where she was, leaning against a bookshelf.

The library smelt… corpsy. She didn’t see the body, not yet, but she knew by the smell that one was nearby. She would normally leave, but… god, fuck it. If Nancy followed, if Nancy pushed off Jennifer and pursued, there wasn’t shit Clarice could do about it right now.

She knew Kizi was still with her. She wasn’t sure about Bart. Jennifer… Jennifer certainly wasn’t.

“Kiz? Is… who’s still...” Clarice couldn’t make her words happen. Her mouth was dry and her shoulder was too wet, and pulsing with heat, pain and that horrible itch that wouldn’t go away. “Shit, I tore my arm, can…?”

She couldn’t die yet, she had too much to do. And if she died here, Kizi might die if there was no-one to protect her, and then what would Jennifer’s death have been for? It was one long chain of fucked.
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