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Crouched in the corner, wet and freezing, the palm of my left hand, cheekbone and chin throbbing painfully, I muttered under my breath, “O’Dell, you’re a first-class idiot.” How had I managed to trap myself in such a stupid situation? Wondering what in the world Nelson Totter could possibly be doing, I waited for what seemed like an hour for him to reemerge from the crypt. Finally, my patience ran out. It was time to extricate myself from this awful predicament and get the hell out of there. Thank heavens the punishing hail had finally stopped. The whirlwind had died down and the rain had slowed to a drizzle as the purple-tinged storm clouds churned south towards Castle Valley, eerily illuminated with strobe-like lightning flashes followed by diminishing grumbles of thun
