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December 7, 2001
'But what's wrong with it?' I cry helplessly. 'We must be able to do something?'

'Don't you think they've been trying to undo Vile work since before the dawn of time?' hisses Argyle angrily. 'There's nothing we can do!'

I turn back to the deer-like creature, and crouch down in front of it. It doesn't seem to see me. Its brown eyes are dull, and speckled with droplets of blood. I try to reach out and touch it, but it fades and vanishes.

All that remains is the blood, pooled and sticky on the linoleum, and smeared on the cupboard.