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The horrors of the Inquisition are nothing compared to the fates your mind can imagine for your loved ones.
Five-year-olds have as many questions as Hallmark has cards.
A constellation of moons suddenly glowed into being outside. The parking-lot sodium lights, undoubtedly supplied by underground electrical cables, had just gone on.
Eyes. So many eyes. I could paint them, I thought with a chill. No faces, only eyes in the gloom. I could paint them but no one would believe they were real.
