Man at War – Excerpt No. 316

“Non,” Evelyn said. (No.) “I could not risk her contaminated blood spreading to me.”

Grace honestly had no idea if such a scenario was possible. But for a girl to wish death even when surrounded by those who were willing to take care of her… I hope that I never meet this steel-grey eyed woman in the flesh.

“I… understand,” Grace said.

Black-and-white vintage-style photograph with a torn-paper border, featuring a surreal funeral scene. The Grim Reaper—a hooded skeletal figure holding a large scythe—stands beside a distressed young woman in a white dress next to an open casket. Formal mourners gather in the softly lit background, heightening the dramatic and allegorical atmosphere.

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