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A swift frown brought the still dark brows together for a moment. She fell into a deep delirium, whispering hoarsely to her dead mother, cursing God in Heaven, cursing her doctor, cursing herself as apparitions of devils and demons pulled at her with yellow ochre hands. She would lure him, as he was an easily tempted child predator who could even more easily be turned into prey. Everything was fresh and bright, from the kindly manners of the Frutigen cobbler, who hammered mountain nails into her boots, to the unfamiliar wild flowers that spangled the wayside. ‘Well?’ he uttered between heavy breaths. The doctor said you wrote.
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