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He
said
nothing
.
She
walked
back
toward
the
door
.
"
Well
,
"
she
said
.
"
Come
on
.
I
’
ll
take
us
in
.
"
Door
put
her
left
hand
on
the
boarded
-
up
door
,
and
with
her
right
hand
she
took
the
marquis
’
s
huge
brown
hand
.
Her
tiny
fingers
twined
into
his
larger
ones
.
She
closed
her
eyes
.
.
.
.
something
whispered
and
shivered
and
changed
.
.
.
.
.
.
and
the
door
collapsed
into
darkness
.
The
memory
was
fresh
,
only
a
few
days
old
:
Door
moved
through
the
House
Without
Doors
calling
"
I
’
m
home
,
"
and
"
Hello
?
"
She
slipped
from
the
anteroom
to
the
dining
room
,
to
the
library
,
to
the
drawing
room
;
no
one
answered
.
She
moved
to
another
room
.
The
swimming
pool
was
an
indoor
Victorian
structure
,
constructed
of
marble
and
of
cast
iron
.
Her
father
had
found
it
when
he
was
younger
,
abandoned
and
about
to
be
demolished
,
and
he
had
woven
it
into
the
fabric
of
the
House
Without
Doors
.
Perhaps
in
the
world
outside
,
in
London
Above
,
the
room
had
long
been
destroyed
and
forgotten
.
Door
had
no
idea
where
any
of
the
rooms
of
her
house
were
,
physically
.
Her
grandfather
had
constructed
the
house
,
taking
a
room
from
here
,
a
room
from
there
,
all
through
London
,
discrete
and
doorless
;
her
father
had
added
to
it
.
She
walked
along
the
side
of
the
old
swimming
pool
,
pleased
to
be
home
,
puzzled
by
the
absence
of
her
family
.
And
then
she
looked
down
.
There
was
someone
floating
in
the
water
,
trailing
twin
clouds
of
blood
behind
him
,
one
from
the
throat
,
one
from
the
groin
.
It
was
her
brother
,
Arch
.
His
eyes
were
open
wide
and
sightless
.
She
realized
that
her
mouth
was
open
.
She
could
hear
herself
screaming
.
"
That
hurt
,
"
said
the
marquis
.
He
rubbed
his
forehead
,
hard
,
twisted
his
head
around
on
his
neck
,
as
if
he
were
trying
to
ease
a
sudden
,
painful
crick
.
"
Memories
,
"
she
explained
.
"
They
’
re
imprinted
in
the
walls
.
"
