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An Old Cold Grave
Iona Whishaw
Gwen felt a wave of horror sweep through her. She could see, soil encrusted and stained the colour of dark tea, some delicate bones, with shreds of decaying cloth. The bones were most certainly human.
Gwen felt a wave of horror sweep through her. She could see, soil encrusted and stained the colour of dark tea, some delicate bones, with shreds of decaying cloth. The bones were most certainly human.
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