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I crashed into the wall, bounced off, and rolled down the stairs.
I reached out for something, but there was nothing to break my fall as I rolled down, step by step.
I held my breath—my head hit the floor—I gasped—
Wham.
I landed at the bottom of the stairs, in the basement, in an icy puddle.
I looked up just in time to see a wraith of a woman flying down the stairs at me.
I punched her in the face, but she was too strong.
She piled on me with full force, knocking me back.
I got a good look at her as she tried to tear her claws into me.
A woman.
All skin, teeth, and bone. She wore a ripped leather jacket with several rings that jangled with every move.
She was bald. Her body was bent into a question mark. I smelled pot on her breath.
She screamed, punching me.
I blocked he
