Great Wits Jump
The Library of Stories
"It is a known fact that ye not speak the name of them that cared for the dead when they do die," reverently whispered Jarrah as they peered through the thorny Australian wattle bushed at the well-dressed group of mourners. "They need respect. That is the peace they seek, so the Father has told me."
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S. C. Gardner
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