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The Witch’s Grave by Artem Demura
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words by me,
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“And it was Death itself who stood behind me, with his arms wrapped around me as tight as iron bands, and his lipless mouth kissing my neck as if in love. But as well as the horror, I felt a strange longing.”— Margaret Atwood, Alias Grace
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