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Chapter 62

           Thenbeforehereyesthereloomedalight,arowoflights,dimandflickeringbutnonethelessreal.Inhernightmare,therehadneverbeenanylights,onlygrayfog.Hermindseizedonthoselights.Lightsmeantsafety,people,reality.Suddenlyshestoppedrunning,herhandsclenching,strugglingtopullherselfoutofherpanic,staringintentlyattherowofgaslampswhichhadsignaledtoherbrainthatthiswasPeachtreeStreet,Atlanta,andnotthegrayworldofsleepandghosts.

           Shesankdownpantingonacarriageblock,clutchingathernervesasthoughtheywereropesslippingswiftlythroughherhands.

           "Iwasrunningrunninglikeacrazyperson!"shethought,herbodyshakingwithlesseningfear,herthuddingheartmakinghersick."ButwherewasIrunning?"

           HerbreathcamemoreeasilynowandshesatwithherhandpressedtohersideandlookedupPeachtreeStreet.There,atthetopofthehill,washerownhouse.Itlookedasthougheverywindowborelights,lightsdefyingthemisttodimtheirbrilliance.Home!Itwasreal!Shelookedatthedimfar-offbulkofthehousethankfully,longingly,andsomethinglikecalmfellonherspirit.

           Home!Thatwaswhereshewantedtogo.Thatwaswhereshewasrunning.HometoRhett!

           AtthisrealizationitwasasthoughchainsfellawayfromherandwiththemthefearwhichhadhauntedherdreamssincethenightshestumbledtoTaratofindtheworldended.

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