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Roylsden #98

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Sheriff Cole looked at her closely, as if a clue to her attacker would suddenly appear to him.
Anna Cody's skin was sallow, sheened with sweat as if hot, but almost icily cold to the Sheriff's touch. Drying blood stained both her nostrils a dark red and mingled with the dirt on her skin. Her lips were marbled with dirt and congealed blood. One eye and one cheek was raised in a fierce welt where her head had hit the ground and a few small cuts adorned her cheeks and neck, splashes of livid red on the pale, corpselike skin.

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