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Down a dark hall book5/24/2023 She knew that she dreamed, for when she woke in the mornings the feeling of the dreams still clung to the edges of her mind, and yet in most cases she could not remember what they had been. The light at the end of the hall had not been fixed-"It's almost impossible to get electricians to come out this far," Madame explained apologetically-and though Kit's own room was often lightened by moonlight, she could not shut out a strange nervousness about the oppressive darkness on the far side of her closed door. Although she had been at the school for well over a week now and was adjusting well on most counts, she still did not feel at ease at night. If she had been at home with her light on at this hour her mother would have been rapping at the door, calling in a worried voice, "Kit? Is anything wrong, honey? It's much too late for you to be up."Īt Blackwood nobody sounded a lights-off curfew, and Kit was glad. She knew it was late to be writing letters. It was twelve-thirty-half past midnight-on the eighth day of September, and Kit lay sprawled across the bed, writing a letter to Tracy.
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