The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. He had heard me sing—the fool thought himself in love with me. Robbed of their prey, the fury of the mob became ungovernable. ” She rolled over on her face, and stuffed her fingers in her ears to shut out the rhythm from her mind.
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