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Finding Isara wasn't difficult when Melissa spotted the flood of people flowing out of a park on Third Street. Maybe two dozen of them in total, all in summer clothing, all bolting in different directions. Some ran into the road, and she cringed at the sight of that. Luckily, traffic was sparse. No one was hit.
Doubling over with her hands on her knees, Melissa shook her head. “Oh god,” she panted. “What has she done?”
Ben skidded to a stop on the sidewalk beside her. The man stared into the distance, his face so gray it looked as if he was about to throw up. “It's a slaughter,” he whispered. “She's going to kill them all.”
In her mind's eye, Keli was right behind them, a wispy silhouette who stood with fists clenched, shivering. No doubt the woman could feel what those people were
