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On the way past the window, I looked in at her. She wasn’t pinching herself this time, but her hand hovered over her arm, one fingertip pressing at the place where I knew the bruise would be. Forget it, I thought, and as I walked back to the library, I wondered if her oubliette was overflowing.
Sleep steamrolled me, and I sank into the dark like drowning.
