“I’ll be awake, don’t worry,” Harry reassured her. He whispered goodnight, and closed the door behind him. Sarah put the sapphire beside the diary, she arranged the duvet and the pillow, and then again, and then once more. It was past one o’clock, and she was drained, but she didn’t want to fall asleep. She was too scared of what she might dream. She felt electric, from her toes to the top of her head. When it came to her power, Sarah was like a cat; she could feel a storm coming. She switched the light back on, and got up. For an exhausting hour and a half she straightened, sorted, arranged, lined up and organized anything she could get her hands on. When she’d finished, she was so tired she felt faint. She thought she’d lie down for a minute, and then maybe clean her bathroom again, but her eyelids were so heavy, she couldn’t help it. Suddenly and heavy like a stone, sleep took her. She tried to resist, but it was no use. She whimpered in her sleep. Sarah opened her eyes in the semi-darkness, and a smell of damp, mossy soil filled her nostrils.
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