He sat alone in his brother’s old car night after night that summer, staring blankly at the red sky beyond the abandoned farmhouse where she had once shown him her secrets. Sepulchre's. Occasionally he would lean back and stare at the window which gave upon the sea. What she did not know, and what she was never to know, was that the divine fire was hers. Presently. She could still remember herself at age five, staring knives and daggers at the men who came into the small yarn shop, under pretense of business but really just to leer.
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