The executioner shook his head. ‘I live in Kent. Get the pole out of your ass. I have a new cult to teach, a new enthusiasm. Why did he take me?’ Martha’s damp eyes were puzzled. Hilary started after her, but Gerald stopped him. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. To hand the key back in silence was like offering a lie.
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