Sight

The woman lying in the cot was the same one who had been attacked
earlier. Though she’d been unconscious since they’d found her, with the
deepening of night her skin had lost its rosy hue; her face was now
strangely imbued with the luster of paraffin. In that darkness unmarred by
any spark of light, D could discern even the paling blood vessels lacing the
woman’s cheeks.

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