Fran had heard about the monsters men hunted down and killed. But she had never seen one--until the night that Sammy looked at her and screamed.... The girl ran like the hunted thing she was, her bare feet flashing over the lush spring grass. She sobbed with the effort of breathing, and her slight, immature body trembled with exhaustion beneath her ragged dress. Fear was a wild glitter in her eyes as she stared about her in search of refuge.…
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