Miss Bennet drew one careful breath to steady herself. "They ... walk," she said carefully. "They climb from their graves, as wretched, unholy abominations which blaspheme Our Lord. They feast upon the innocent. I ... I have not words, for how terrible the scene is."
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Date: 2009-02-09 01:02 am (UTC)