He stood at the foot of the grave, gloved hands clasped behind him, his dark clothes and hair blending into one black si — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
He stood at the foot of the grave, gloved hands clasped behind him, his dark clothes and hair blending into one black si — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
He stood at the foot of the grave, gloved hands clasped behind him, his dark clothes and hair blending into one black si — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
He stood at the foot of the grave, gloved hands clasped behind him, his dark clothes and hair blending into one black si — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
He stood at the foot of the grave, gloved hands clasped behind him, his dark clothes and hair blending into one black si — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
He stood at the foot of the grave, gloved hands clasped behind him, his dark clothes and hair blending into one black si — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
He stood at the foot of the grave, gloved hands clasped behind him, his dark clothes and hair blending into one black si — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
He stood at the foot of the grave, gloved hands clasped behind him, his dark clothes and hair blending into one black si — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
He stood at the foot of the grave, gloved hands clasped behind him, his dark clothes and hair blending into one black si — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
He stood at the foot of the grave, gloved hands clasped behind him, his dark clothes and hair blending into one black si — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
He stood at the foot of the grave, gloved hands clasped behind him, his dark clothes and hair blending into one black si — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
He stood at the foot of the grave, gloved hands clasped behind him, his dark clothes and hair blending into one black si — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
He stood at the foot of the grave, gloved hands clasped behind him, his dark clothes and hair blending into one black si — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
He stood at the foot of the grave, gloved hands clasped behind him, his dark clothes and hair blending into one black si — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
He stood at the foot of the grave, gloved hands clasped behind him, his dark clothes and hair blending into one black si — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
He stood at the foot of the grave, gloved hands clasped behind him, his dark clothes and hair blending into one black si — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
He stood at the foot of the grave, gloved hands clasped behind him, his dark clothes and hair blending into one black si — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
He stood at the foot of the grave, gloved hands clasped behind him, his dark clothes and hair blending into one black si — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
He stood at the foot of the grave, gloved hands clasped behind him, his dark clothes and hair blending into one black si — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
He stood at the foot of the grave, gloved hands clasped behind him, his dark clothes and hair blending into one black si — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
He stood at the foot of the grave, gloved hands clasped behind him, his dark clothes and hair blending into one black si — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
He stood at the foot of the grave, gloved hands clasped behind him, his dark clothes and hair blending into one black si — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
He stood at the foot of the grave, gloved hands clasped behind him, his dark clothes and hair blending into one black si — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
He stood at the foot of the grave, gloved hands clasped behind him, his dark clothes and hair blending into one black si — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
He stood at the foot of the grave, gloved hands clasped behind him, his dark clothes and hair blending into one black si — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
He stood at the foot of the grave, gloved hands clasped behind him, his dark clothes and hair blending into one black si — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
He stood at the foot of the grave, gloved hands clasped behind him, his dark clothes and hair blending into one black si — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
He stood at the foot of the grave, gloved hands clasped behind him, his dark clothes and hair blending into one black si — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
He stood at the foot of the grave, gloved hands clasped behind him, his dark clothes and hair blending into one black si — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
He stood at the foot of the grave, gloved hands clasped behind him, his dark clothes and hair blending into one black si — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
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He stood at the foot of the grave, gloved hands clasped behind him, his dark clothes and hair blending into one black silhouette, as if he were not a presence but an absence, a hole cut out of the landscape.

— Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
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