Anne Rice - v1, Lasher

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Unformatted text preview: Mona Mayfair, writing on March 3rd. And this is for those who come after me and may never understand what happened. Some- thing is preying upon the women in our family. They are being warned, but they think it is a disease. It is not, it is something worse, something that will deceive everyone. "I am going to help warn the women." She hit the KD for save. And the file vanished into the machine, silently. She was left in the dark room before the computer as before the glow of a fire, and the noise from the Avenue slowly overcame the stolid silence. A traffic jam outside. Someone knocking on her door. She went to the door and slid back the bolt. Paint flaked off, settling on her fingers. She opened the door. "I was looking for Mona. Oh, Mona! I didn't recognize you." It was Aunt Bea. "Good God, child, you found your mother?" "Yeah, I'm fine," said Mona. "But you have to call everyone." "We're doing that, darling, come down with me. Let me hold...
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