As he cried, as the flame cooled, the three continued to do as they did. Ginger took the life of another man who just wasn't good enough. Reverend Kline broke another pair of arms and cracked a skull with the good book, blaming them all for the blood staining it. Eric wheeled one of the children over and began laying her out so her hair would fall just so.
The chill of the room continued and perhaps in that there was hope. For the chill had to come from somewhere, didn't it?
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