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With a calmness she did not feel, she seated herself at the desk and leaned close to the lamp as she unrolled the message. The door was pine, not evenly planed and not varnished. For this reason memory gives to them the sweetest and deepest sleep she has and she keeps this old key rusty from little use. Removing the chain, marissa quickly picked up the basket and relocked the door.
It died out with the choking gurgling yell of the most leather-lunged fan.