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She entered the next room and, mercifully, the door shut tight and its lock still worked. Inside she unfurled a flannel blanket she'd kept in her travel bag, expecting the beds out here to lack such luxuries. Instead the room lacked the luxury of a bed. She folded the blanket over to double the comfort, such as it was.
She lay down but found it impossible to sleep.