Sometimes in the winter, when the fog rolled in and silenced the waves, it felt as if death had its fingers around my ne — Tara Kelly, The Foxglove Killings

Sometimes in the winter, when the fog rolled in and silenced the waves, it felt as if death had its fingers around my ne — Tara Kelly, The Foxglove Killings

Sometimes in the winter, when the fog rolled in and silenced the waves, it felt as if death had its fingers around my ne — Tara Kelly, The Foxglove Killings

Sometimes in the winter, when the fog rolled in and silenced the waves, it felt as if death had its fingers around my ne — Tara Kelly, The Foxglove Killings

Sometimes in the winter, when the fog rolled in and silenced the waves, it felt as if death had its fingers around my ne — Tara Kelly, The Foxglove Killings

Sometimes in the winter, when the fog rolled in and silenced the waves, it felt as if death had its fingers around my neck. Fingers like frostbitten twigs that made me ache inside.

— Tara Kelly, The Foxglove Killings

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