1. At the eastern gate of the churchyard stood the carriage with the steps lowered. Particles of bullet were embedded in Rhea’s large arm as she swung across the stones in her donated legs. Art was everywhere, underfoot in the form of mosaics, overhead in the form of architecture. I’ll protect you!” He cried. The atmosphere seemed heavy with the odour of drugs.
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