In the nouveau district of the city, Alec Nietupski rubbed his eyes as the symbols winked out from the center of the winged portal, like a street light flickering off at dawn.
"My God, you did it, friend," Alec whispered into the dark, quiet street.
For the first time in many nights, Alec would sleep now.
Brad pulled out the drawing of Elizabeth Michael's winged portal that he had been carrying with him for days.
The winged oval was empty!
He waited for the ambulance to pick up Monks, went home and gathered Elizabeth Michael's deviant tools, and burned the heap in his father's fireplace.
It was over. The Memphis-Mangler wouldn't be claiming any more victims.
High on the craggy cliffs of Mount Moriah, a large brown vulture dropped small bits of decayed rabbit flesh into the hungry mouth of her newly hatched, adopted offspring. The half-human cherub cooed with delight and reached out chubby lavender hands, begging for more choice morsels from her new mother.
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