Court of Conscience by Jane Bradshaw

. Court of Conscience by Jane Bradshaw . As pale winter skies meet the world with chill, Snow drifts, hummocks of soft, infinite white, Icy meadows, where life is frozen still, The cold comes creeping, a devious blight. . Slinking ever forward, seizing the earth, Leaving no survivors, bitterness wins Stripping nature of the chance...

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