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The wolf was at the door. His shadow spilled into the room, taking it over.

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Libba Bray
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: March 11
Novelist
Writer
Texas
United States
Taking
Room
Rooms
Spilled
Wolf
Door
Shadow
Doors

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