The Distant Nightmare

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"Is it safe?" Mara stood on the gravel path. The wind tore at her coat. She did not look at him. She looked at the house. It was white. It was square. It sat on the cliff. "Safe," he said. His voice was thin. The wind took it. "We are safe." Mara stepped forward. Her boots crunched on the stones. She wore no hat. Her hair was loose. It whipped against her face. She felt the cold. It bit her...

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