The Blood
E. S. Thomson
"Those desperate words, that fearful hand, the bloody sawdust clinging to the rough nap of such cheap paper—all troubled me."
"Those desperate words, that fearful hand, the bloody sawdust clinging to the rough nap of such cheap paper—all troubled me."
"Her daughter’s voice grates on her eardrums. Isabelle rubs her eyes. Tries to erase the incomprehensible sight. But it is still there, just like her daughter’s monotonous whine."
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