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The Eternal Night #278

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Sperry's sour butler was lying on the floor of the foyer with a hole in his gut and blood oozing out. I can't say I didn't have that thought myself but I wouldn't have actually done it.

I heard a voice yelling in the drawing room. A female voice.

I eased up to the drawing room and looked in.

Lillian Wells was standing there with a .45 pointed right at Sperry, who looked like a kitten in a dog pound.

"You just couldn't leave well enough alone, could you, William?" she said.

"Lily, can't we just...," Sperry started to say...

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