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FORTITUDE
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He woke suddenly, A little wind, blowing through the open door flickered the light of a candle that flung a dim circle about the floor. Within the circle was his father—black clothes and white face, he was looking with the candle held high, across the room to the bed.
He drew back the candle and closed the door softly behind him. His feet made no sound as they passed away down the passage,
Peter lay quaking, wide eyed in his bed, until full morning and time for getting up.
The opening, certainly, of a campaign.
