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September, 1895
Eleanor
Eleanor stared at the closed bedroom door. She was cocooned deep within the white sheets, wrapped up to the eyes. It was mid-morning but the curtains remained shut. A single sliver of sunlight pierced the dark and carved a line across the wood.
With kisses and whispered …