The Boy Who Was Already Dead
- LETTURE 9
- Voti 2
- Parti 2
"The stone steps had darkened unusually. Crimson red stained all the way down to the sidewalk. Clay felt the blood drip from the top of his head and down his face even now. There was no way for him to wash it away.
There was no pain in death. Not much feeling at all, really. That much Clay was sure, even having spent so little time like this."
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