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And then she must have sensed the children standing in the doorway for—with great effort, turning her head and opening one eye—she saw reflected in the mirror that, yes, the children had been spying, how long she could not be sure, but they had no doubt seen their mother lying on the bed, the white plain of her back covered in rotten yellowed bruises.

(Julia Leigh, Disquiet)

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