At the least, the tales had the ability to make her forget where she was; which was something in their favour. Sebastian dug through the viscous layers of foul-smelling clay with a shovel, each successive insertion creating an obscene sucking noise that ate at her sanity. That held his thought as the magnet holds the needle, inescapably. ‘You are dead, you,’ he yelled back, leaping into the seat of the final pew. "No, I shan't," replied Rachel, saucily. And yet, the doctor recalled an expression of the girl's: that it was not a dissipated face, only troubled.
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