Hannah Martin:
And Hannah said, I am a woman of sorrowful spirit. If thou wilt give me a son, I will give him unto the Lord all the days of his life. Well, maybe that's true, but my truth is something else. Something dark, uknowable, hideous and corrupt. It lives under the cracked asphalt and the endless rows of corn. And now it lives in me.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:06