The sticker was in a twist at the bottom of the second bag. I’d known I would find it—from the moment I’d felt that faintly tacky patch on the sign, I’d known—but I’d needed to see it for myself. The same way old Doubting Thomas had needed to get the blood under his fingernails, I suppose.
Source: Bag of Bones ▫𓂃
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