And unbidden, floating into consciousness came the truth of his utter wretchedness. Even the very earth seemed to cry ou — J. Tyson-Capper, Hodburn Wood
And unbidden, floating into consciousness came the truth of his utter wretchedness. Even the very earth seemed to cry ou — J. Tyson-Capper, Hodburn Wood
And unbidden, floating into consciousness came the truth of his utter wretchedness. Even the very earth seemed to cry ou — J. Tyson-Capper, Hodburn Wood
And unbidden, floating into consciousness came the truth of his utter wretchedness. Even the very earth seemed to cry ou — J. Tyson-Capper, Hodburn Wood
And unbidden, floating into consciousness came the truth of his utter wretchedness. Even the very earth seemed to cry ou — J. Tyson-Capper, Hodburn Wood
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And unbidden, floating into consciousness came the truth of his utter wretchedness. Even the very earth seemed to cry out in pain. Hodburn Wood

— J. Tyson-Capper, Hodburn Wood
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