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David woke with a cry and a single phrase rattling around in his head: the fingers of the children. He looked around his bedroom, disoriented, and for a second did not know where he was. Light from an overcast sky streamed in the windows. Slowly realizing he was in his own bed in his own apartment, he sighed with relief. The nightmare had been intense, but even as he tried to remember, the details faded away like wisps of smoke. He tried futilely to grasp them. It had been about Andrew and his brother and the fingers he had seen in the toy box. But that was all David could remember.
He got out of bed and stretched. After glancing out the window, he decided it might be better to get his walk over with quickly. The clouds were pregnant with moisture, and there would be a heavy
