Matron Saints 35/52 by Susanne Bennett

35_ Lilli stared at the bleakness of the gravestone for what seemed to be an eternity. It’s bleak, black, like a black hole, it sucks in life and it doesn’t even say whose corpse it has. This is the blackest hole of the universe. I need to get away. Lilli held her purse tight and...

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