Further on, there were impressions of bloody footsteps along the floor. Sebastian dug through the viscous layers of foul-smelling clay with a shovel, each successive insertion creating an obscene sucking noise that ate at her sanity. “No, that’s fine. A hollow plunge, echoed and re-echoed by the walls, marked his descent into the water. When she spoke, her lips twitched. ‘The nuns, they teach prayer and obedience. She seemed tense when not playing, he noted, more so than she had during the first two pieces. He drew her close up to him with a strong, steady pull. So he was forced to shift and proceed at another angle, forgetting his promise to McClintock to be temperate.
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