Down on me luck, I was, and they took me in. Her girl Clarice was next, dying within a single day, blood leaking from her pretty brown eyes like an image of the Blessed Virgin. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. "I had a terrible dream last night. She looked at me as though I were some unclean thing, as though my soul were weighted with every sin in the calendar.
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