Sin Eater
Megan Campisi
"When I stumble into the road, folk look and look away."
"When I stumble into the road, folk look and look away."
"“Dead bodies in my gardens?” muttered Irvine Pennington, sweating heavily as he led the way along a central allée of pleached hornbeam under‑planted with low‑clipped hedges of boxwood and waves of purple allium."
"Early Saturday morning, Eli and Charlotte lie in bed drinking coffee, enjoying what grainy sunlight the park allows into their window."
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