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Idol Bones
*"We need new blood here, Miss Braithwaite. We decay, we grow rancid. New blood, I say," Canon Millhaven went on. "But whether as transfusion or sacrifice, I do not pretend to know."* Reverend Theodora Braithwaite arrives at the rural cathedral of Bow St. Aelfric to find it a maelstrom of petty c…
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