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| It was pitch dark in the lobby of the Plainview Hilton. I kept snapping my flash so I could see what it looked like. Now my memories of the hotel come in half-second bursts. |
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| In the ballroom, the dance floor had buckled. There were little seashells in the molding above the doors and pentagrams spray-painted on the walls. |
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