p. VIII

It’s been three days since that night. The police is still looking for Zack and Sarah, but to no avail: the two didn’t leave any trace behind but a broken flashlight. As for me, I haven’t slept since. Every time I close my eyes, I see the line of women and children, weeping quietly before the scimitars slice their heads and their blood sprouts everywhere. It does not stop. It won’t stop. Ever.

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