| Leah lay on her back, staring into the darkness of the rafters. The candle flame flickered, making the shadows dance. In the corners the darkness was complete. The light hung like a bell over her head, like a bell jar, lifted, now, so she could breathe. Coolness crept in from the forest surrounding the cabin, dry coolness that sped the sweat from her belly; a sensation that seemed to promise her skin would shrink and crack, exposing emptiness beneath. She listened to her breath, a soft susurrus that made her think of the edges of lakes. The floor pressed into her back. She could feel the bruises over her bones but could not bring herself to move, to ease the ache. The ache was a part of her, the outward expression of some essential inward thing. To ease the ache would dishonor that thing. She knew she would have to move eventually, her thirst would compel her, if nothing else. For now she could tolerate it, and she chose to remain in it, to honor the thirst as well....
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