Chapter Four
The fever took me during the morning’s subtle chill. Dreams lapsed senselessly into one another as I drifted in and out of sleep. There were times I didn’t know where I was at all but the cool hands that changed the moist cloth over my head felt comforting.
Voices. I could hear voices in the background whispering back and forth, but as always I could never discern their origin. Sometimes I caught a word like “fever” and “chosen,” yet nothing more. I was too deep in the mire of my feverish hallucinations to care at that point.
Hours went by. On occasion I would open my eyes to see the drapes pulled over a large paneled window, making the time of day indiscernible When I was conscious enough to notice my surroundings, I would sit and stare at the taxidermy that lined the cabi
