Which changed as more detail registered in their minds.
“Are those wings?”
“She’s not wearing a shirt!”
“Scandalous!”
“Those grey eyes…”
Much more came out in the chaos, but Clara could not filter out the cacophony entirely.
“That’s her?”
“The one who died?”
“It can’t be.”
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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