6/28/2023 0 Comments The claw of the conciliator![]() ![]() Blood gushed from Dorcas's cheek, and though so many screamed and shouted, I could hear it pattering to the ground. When I found light at last, it was the green road stretching from the shadow of the Piteous Gate. I tried to reach the bars to tell her to be quiet, and at once became lost in the darkness of the cell. Outside, Eusebia, Morwenna's accuser, howled like a witch. ![]() Instead I saw framed within them (as though I were the Increate, peeping through his rent in Eternity to behold the World of Time) the farm, Stachys her husband tossing in agony upon his bed, little Chad at the pond, bathing his fevered face. Morwenna's face floated in the single beam of light, lovely and framed in hair dark as my cloak blood from her neck pattered to the stones. ![]()
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