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Heralds of a Fallen World
Their hair is cut short and colored black; makeup drools over their eyes and cheeks. All are barefoot. They are attractive women with the saddest faces he has ever seen. Thank you, the older woman says. He would have killed her. He's better off dead anyway. You've done the Lord's work. Go home.