Her head dangled unnaturally for an instant, unleashed from its moorings, then sank to join her husband’s on the floor. Anna was singing as she used to sing. Something, then, to appease the wrath of God; something to blunt this persistent agony. ‘Very inventive. I was ready to wager that your name would have marched with one of them.
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