CHAPTER 70 : THE PRICE OF A LIE

As I stared at the smoke-covered sure, my face, eyes, and grin all looking back at me, I muttered,

"You're not real."

She cocked her head, reflecting my perplexity. "Am I not?"

Around us, the house moaned, its walls licking with names. The computerized voice cautioned, "There

There

is just one mi...