“My hand!” he wailed. “I really hurt it. Look at it. I see bone!” That last sentence seemed to echo mournfully throughout the street.
Ash paused. I could see on their face that they had to shoot down about four responses to settle on a suitably gentle one. “It– It’s just a scrape, [March.]”

“It sounds like she got to them. Idk what it is. Sara has always had this… Aura about her. It draws people in. And it fucking traps them. And if you break free, if you see even a glimpse of the truth, you’ve seen too much now. You need to be eliminated.”