The Distant Nightmare

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The wool coat weighed forty pounds, a dead weight that Ida Averill had to haul up the three flights of stairs to her attic room, her breath coming in ragged, white plumes that dissipated instantly in the biting November air. She was thirty years old, though the hollows under her eyes suggested a woman twice that age, and her hands, raw and cracked from weeks of relentless needlework, trembled...

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