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The dark tries to force its way into my consciousness, like some monster lying in wait beyond the translucent stretched-skin windows of a turf house. Half-buried and isolated, I feel the thin membrane that separates me from the darkness distend—but it doesn’t rupture. (51)
The Night Guest by Hildur Knútsdóttir