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Eva gave up on pretending to sleep. The footsteps on the stairs came every night. Even if she tried to sleep and managed to slip into it for a while, she always woke in anticipation, and there they’d be, always slow, always deliberate, always stopping just outside her bedroom door.
She had tried logic, and she had tried faith. Neither worked.
On a Monday,…
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