|summary=An old bag-lady hides a pair of ruby slippers in her squalid apartment. But will their discovery bring joy or pain to those who find them?
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''She stinks....it’s a stench, a pestilence that violates the space she enters and damns the air where she has been. The rest of her spells death, too: the funeral-dark clothes...the dry knot of hair...the skinny marbled wrists sticking out of her black shell, making her look like some great wounded bug dragging itself away somewhere to die.''