CHAPTER 5: THE MASK
Marie swam languidly through a black sea of sleep that was deep, warm and mercifully dreamless.
When she awoke, the fever was gone and her bed was once again cool and soft.
Seated on a stool by her bedside, Doctor Toureil scrutinised her with two small grey eyes that were cosy beneath great white bushy eyebrows.
“Good morning.” he said quietly.