The Cold Hand

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Elphaba paced around the house nervously. It was midnight exactly.
Elphaba knew she shouldn't be worried, yet she also had the right to be.
Two of her most trusted friends were outside in unknown places.
She walked into the kitchen and stopped, staring at the still unreplaced broken window.
Suddenly, a cold hand grabbed her shoulder.
She didn't have time to react as the figure turned her abruptly around.

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