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Back in her den, Migina checked that the water was indeed off, and that the toilet had been drained, then she grabbed her sledge hammer. She moved through the empty bedroom, to the equally empty bathroom. She'd never noticed before that the bathtub was starting to look worn. When was the last time it had been replaced? They'd put in the human facilities in the forties. Then they'd updated itIt had to be the sixties. She'd passed on the last round of work, just two years ago. Just as well. It would have been a waste of money. Yes, she was sure it was the sixties when she'd last had it done. It was just before that night with Sabrina The memory popped to the surface, as bright and clear as when it happened. She'd come home to the sound of sobbing and the scent of blood. A few steps had ta