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Something
approaches, about
which
she has heard a good deal.
Her
deaf ears have caught it, like a
silence
in the wainscot
by
her head. Her flesh has felt
a
chill in her feet, a draught
in
her groin. She has watched it
stealing
toward her
floorboard
by floorboard. Will it hurt?
Let
it come, it is
the
terror of full repose,
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