more House, the light is gone and

til there is nothing left. Then she rests her forehead against the porcelain and breathes.

mirror. Grey skin. Eyes too big for her face. She looks

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across the bed under the lamp. Her mother's brown envelope. Her father's iron key with its

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tops, one hand on the frame

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