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Another
grave. This time, a short one. Nes tossed the spade onto a patch of unturned
earth and stood straight. Mayhap the plague would take him next and spare him
from seeing body after body plunge from healthy to dead. He was old enough. His
aching back provoked the reminder. He looked at the hole in front of him. He’d
rather die himself than bury another child—let alone the lord’s child.
(TheSecret Slipper, Tales of Faith, book 2)
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