But by now we were at the... «What Time the Sexton's Spade Doth Rust»
reader_ko932g22 августа 2026But by now we were at the church, and even from the road I could hear the hum of daggers from inside the parish hall. Character assassination is not a particularly silent art, and the ladies of St. Tancred's were masters whose murmurs and hissing tones drifted out to escape in the churchyard.
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