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A gust of wind rattled violently at the sliding door, which ran only along a top track and swung free at the bottom. For some reason that Elisabeth had never understood, the placement of the shed was such that the wind never entered as a draft. Instead, it grabbed the thin planks of the walls and shook them hard. Perhaps this was the reason it was built the way it was, behind the carriage house, kitty-corner from the main house, and with that awful sliding door. There was a gap underneath the door, but snow never came in so long as you shut it. The workmen who had built it who knows how long ago had tacked stiff tar paper along the loose bottom edge, and it miraculously was enough to do the job of keeping drafts out, even though it didn’t entirely fill the gap. And the top track wasn’t
