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Wolf at the Door

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First Edition

July 2013

W OLF AT THE D OOR

T HERE ’ S no shame left in the world, that’s what Sebastian told me,

a lesson I learned to be true in a small brown interrogation room in

the middle of a busy police station in downtown New York. For

hours now they’ve grilled me for information, but I stay silent. I’d

rather they think me guilty than mad. They show me photo after

photo of Lilith’s brutalized corpse until all I can do is sit there like

an exposed nerve rubbed raw. They tell me Lilith appeared to have

been attacked by a wild animal, expiring either from exposure or

blood loss. I ponder the guilt Sebastian must be harboring. I didn’t

think he had it in him, tearing out her throat like that, almost entirely

decapitating her in the process. The blood from these violent images

almost seeps right onto the table before my eyes, as I begin to

hallucinate from lack of sleep. I try to maintain composure in the

face of such mounting suspicion, and they glare at me as though I’ve

already been condemned.

I must have looked like quite a spectacle when they brought me

in. My face was smeared with dirt, my clothes were torn and sullied,

and I was missing three pints of blood. After dressing the wound on

my neck, they propped me up in a chair and proceeded to prod me in

the search for signs of life. I barely lifted my head in the first hour

and finally took a drink of water they offered me by the third. All I

can do at this point is keep the tears from pouring down my face. My

eyes burn like smoldering cinders each time I close them. This must

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