That was a different story. In his dreams, he saw the grizzled jawbone, the hole in the scull, the blood on the driveway, and both eyes, one dangling, and one staring blankly. He watched the cat spasm in a circle. But worse was the sound--the low, droning growl, punctuated by regular smacks of metal against flesh.
[to be continued...]
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