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... the feathered ticking of the mantel clock and the ragged sound of her own breathing.
She was not in her bed. She was on it, lying on top of the covers in her simple linen nightgown, staring up at the dark, oppressive rectangle of the canopy. She clutched a large, down-filled pillow to her chest, holding it as if it were a shield.
"Why?" she whispered to the ceiling. "Why did it turn out like this?"
Her mind, a cruel and efficient torturer, replayed the entire day. The lib ...
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