Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered m — Angela Elwell Hunt, Magdalene
Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered m — Angela Elwell Hunt, Magdalene
Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered m — Angela Elwell Hunt, Magdalene
Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered m — Angela Elwell Hunt, Magdalene
Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered m — Angela Elwell Hunt, Magdalene
Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered m — Angela Elwell Hunt, Magdalene
Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered m — Angela Elwell Hunt, Magdalene
Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered m — Angela Elwell Hunt, Magdalene
Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered m — Angela Elwell Hunt, Magdalene
Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered m — Angela Elwell Hunt, Magdalene
Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered m — Angela Elwell Hunt, Magdalene
Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered m — Angela Elwell Hunt, Magdalene
Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered m — Angela Elwell Hunt, Magdalene
Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered m — Angela Elwell Hunt, Magdalene
Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered m — Angela Elwell Hunt, Magdalene
Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered m — Angela Elwell Hunt, Magdalene
Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered m — Angela Elwell Hunt, Magdalene
Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered m — Angela Elwell Hunt, Magdalene
Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered m — Angela Elwell Hunt, Magdalene
Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered m — Angela Elwell Hunt, Magdalene
Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered m — Angela Elwell Hunt, Magdalene
Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered m — Angela Elwell Hunt, Magdalene
Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered m — Angela Elwell Hunt, Magdalene
Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered m — Angela Elwell Hunt, Magdalene
Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered m — Angela Elwell Hunt, Magdalene
Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered m — Angela Elwell Hunt, Magdalene
Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered m — Angela Elwell Hunt, Magdalene
Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered m — Angela Elwell Hunt, Magdalene
Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered m — Angela Elwell Hunt, Magdalene
Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered m — Angela Elwell Hunt, Magdalene
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Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered my face to Hadassah's shoulder and went quietly and thoroughly to pieces.

— Angela Elwell Hunt, Magdalene
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