In the midst of them there was a cart with a man in it—and that man was Jack—my son Jack—they were going to hang him. Lucy vomited onto the floor at the sight of her mother dying, the black spots expanding across her corpse. “Just like old times,” she thought sardonically. It had ceased now, but as he closed in on the area, a faint muttering came to his ears.
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