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It depicted three people, two men and one woman, facing the camera. They all wore neutral expressions and stiff, strange suits. The clothes looked like some kind of uniform, but Keira couldn’t guess which sector they belonged to.
There’s something evil here. Something evil…something evil…something evil…
On unsteady legs, Keira rose. The drizzle had soaked into her clothes and made her feel heavy, but when she took a step toward the
Emma Carthage 1955–1981
A muted crunching sound came from near her feet. The daisies under the headstone were withering. The petals turned black while the leaves darkened and shriveled.
Have you met dear Polly Kennard yet? She was Emma’s chief confidant and one of the few invited to the secret wedding.” Keira nearly blurted What? The bank robber? but caught herself in time. Instead, she said, “The florist? She gave me a bunch of flowers yesterday. She seems lovely.”
Hmmmm
“She came to my house on the morning she died. I wasn’t home; my sister answered the door, but dear Emma wouldn’t come in. She left for Crispin House without waiting for me to come back. Sometimes I think…if I’d been there for her…if I’d guessed…” Polly
He carried a package of chocolate cookies under him arm;
His
“Mason, I am awfully fond of you, but I’ve known Catholics who worry less.
Haha zo truuuuue
