It took a good few hours for the conversation to percolate through my subconscious in order to distil the true, chilling undertone of her words. Only then did I find myself in the grip of fear for what she would do next, as her secret lingered in my conscious mind and forbade any attempt to be framed in an innocent light.
I fumbled with the brass lock on the door as I thought to plunge out into the bitter, snow-laden winds to find her before another innocent life would be taken.
Little did I know, it was already too late.

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