’ She saw the weapon wrenched from Emile’s hand and he dropped to the bench of the pew and sat there, grasping helplessly at the welling blood on his arm. Last night there had been no time. Their faces were masks of abject horror, sunken and shriveled, their cheekbones protruding.
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