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Chapter 61 Slow Trip to Insanity

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Snow fell in a soft hush that morning, as if the mountain were trying to quiet her thoughts. It didn’t work.

Sarah woke to heat crawling along her shin like fire ants. The deep puncture marks on her neck had scabbed over, but the flesh around them was angrier than yesterday, shiny and taut, the color of bad fruit. When she pressed two fingers beside the wound, warmth bled up her neck and pooled behind her eyes. She sucked in a breath and let it out slowly, trying not to make a sound.

Not fever. Not weakness. Just tired, she told herself.

She swung her legs over the side of the mattress and sat until the room steadied. The stove had gone to coals in the night; the air bit her lungs. She fed the fire with split pine, listened to the sap pop, and brewed her special willow tea with hands that didn’t quite feel like hers. They had become wrinkled and aged. The cup trembled against her lip. Half went down. Half didn’t.

By midday, the ache changed shape. It wasn’t just the puncture wounds an
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