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He woke every morning expecting the mud and the blood and was haunted by echoes of it in the strangest of places, provoked by a smell, a sound or a shadow in Mary’s eyes. Plagued

You mean lie? I’d rather be an honest sinner than a virtuous liar. There’s enough of them about. Plagued

Far from being the weaker sex, these women were stronger than he would ever be. While he’d been helpless against the devastation unfolding around him, unable to do anything but try to control his emotions and appear strong, they’d been quietly taking care of all the details. Plagued

When it did kick off again there was no guarantee any of them would make it through to see the end. All they could hope was that death would be quick and relatively painless, something like a bullet through the head would do nicely. Plagued