It was the blood she found that cemented her decision that her foster daughter was a criminal. She crawled underneath the soft white sheets, reclining and pulling the blankets up to her chin. He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. ‘Not from the nuns, no. Jackson appears to do, it can't be very offensive to be told, that he's like him.
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