His lungs bursting, every muscle and tendon in his legs stretched to the breaking point, St. Jacques reached his sisters house. He crashed through the gate, and ran to the door, hurling his body against it and bursting through to the room inside. Eyes bulging first in horror, then in unmeasurable pain, he fell to his knees, screaming. On the white wall with terrible clarity were the words scrawled in dark red:
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