The chest of drawers was an altar, stained with light the colour of blood. Yes, I know. I never want to see him again. Confess her sins, pour out the hopelessness of it all.
And I cannot, he said gently. Soundlessly she let herself through the door and tiptoed along the corridor to his room. Of death, I suppose. We're not.
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