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The corpse moved slowly and her husband, broken arm hanging limp from his shoulder, seemed to be keeping pace with it. That would give them a few extra seconds, maybe enough time to hotwire the car. If only she’d thought to grab the keys on their way out.

— Memories of a Ghost, chapter 34