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in the doorway.

The woman in the bed looked far smaller than the wife he remembered.

Her skin had taken on a faint yellow tint, her cheeks were hollow, and her dark hair had been gathered into a neat, short braid.

When Sarah saw him, she didn’t look surprised.

“Your coat is buttoned wrong,” she said softly.

Victor looked down at himself, his hands trembling.continue reading …