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"The past is always with us."
memories like swarming batsfill her head as on herknees she performs the ritual.it’s cold in the alleywaybut she’s used tothat.she sighs,like a nun waiting fordeath,as he unzips hisrelic and holds herface,expressionless ascandle-wax.as he fills hermouthwith warm fleshthe memories return; the...







