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“everyone responsible for these experiments? Will die.”
“How do you – oh, wait.” Charles sighed. “That’s how you know. Because you’ll kill them all, is that it?”
“Some could die of old age. Or fall down the stairs, perhaps?”
“Right.”
“Or kill themselves before I get to them.” The voice was fucking pleasant. “I know several have done so.”
“But in the end? Dead is dead. Ugh.” Charles got up and dusted off his trousers. He was only shivering, he told himself, because the library had turned chilly. “Do all of your stories end that way?”
“Usually.”
“You must be a hit at parties.”
“I’m better at funerals.”