I almost died today. We were crossing a
bridge when a car careened out of control. It swerved until it was
pointed straight at me and I was frozen. I saw it coming and I
couldn't move. I knew I should move, yet I was stock still, like a statue.
It was the writer who pulled me away,
who pulled me down, scraping my hands on the hard bridge. And the car
went off the side and down onto the road below us, making a horrific
noise as it did, a crunching, crashing, breaking noise, a noise that
still rings in my ears.
The Ivory Woman is not stopping. She
wants me dead. She wants to stop us from reaching the Wall.
We ran from the scene – the writer
and Tulip and I. We didn't want to talk to the police – we needed
to create no ripples, as they say. No ripples in the pond.
I asked Tulip if she had heard of the
Ivory Woman. "Sorry," she said. "I've heard of some
weird shit, but nothing like that."
I wonder if anyone has?
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