On the side table in the hallway, a vase filled with pink roses, greeted me as I unlocked the door, and walked in. They swayed every so slightly as I bent over to smell them. There was no scent, and when I reached through them, I felt a cold spot and a slight prick.
"Lyle, Lyle," I called, hoping that I would see his face again. If he had been here, he w…
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