The Sixes

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SHE WAS NEVER sure how they’d snuck into her room. Glenda had gone home that weekend, and she was on her own, but she was sure she had locked the door. Somehow they had gotten their hands on the master key. She wondered later if the RA had let them in.

At first she thought there was someone crumpled on the floor in a heap, and she had frozen, startled, and fumbled for the light. Her clothes had all been shredded into pieces. But it took her a moment to realize that they’d been arranged in a pattern—the shape of a wheel. Fortune’s wheel.