“They aren’t going to let me go anyway,” she said aloud, “even if I reach the gate.” They wouldn’t risk her going to the authorities or the press with a wild story about organized human hunts taking place on the Morse Estate. “No, they never intended to let any of us go.” That realization completed the release of her wrath and she stood up slowly, suddenly strong and full of purpose.

“You want to play,” she said into the grey morning light, “then let’s play.”

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