‘You don’t favour her, bar the black hair. ’ ‘Miss?’ gaped the soldier. She screamed as she saw that their throats had been ripped out and their dead eyes bulged with horror as their heads lolled from mere strings of sinew and flesh. 82 She was putting a manuscript away, gingerly locking its heavy tooled cover, but it was a huge, awkward tome. Wood.
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