"Durell closed the door to his room, and now the only illumination was the moonlight glowing silver through the veranda doors. He turned and saw the huddle in his bed under the thin sheet. Alessa was waiting there. Her arms reached out to take him. "Everything is quiet now, Alessa." "Make it so, Sam. Make it fine for me. Make me forget that horrible old man and what he wanted to do. Make me forget the terror of this day."
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