“I heard them say once that they wouldn’t waste a proper burial on us,” over her shoulder she looked at him. Sadness rested heavy. “Because we don’t have souls,” he held her gaze.
“I heard them say once that they wouldn’t waste a proper burial on us,” over her shoulder she looked at him. Sadness rested heavy. “Because we don’t have souls,” he held her gaze.
Inscriptions from the Heart 