She told him the story of her parents, her marriage to Iovelli, the loss of her baby, the kidnapping after the miscarriage. "Whose grave is this?" he inquired of a man who was standing near it. Black blood and white bone flew into the corners of the crypt, slathering the dead faces of the corpses left piled in the corner. Then he looked towards his granddaughter once more, who had flounced away to the window at her greataunt’s interruption. Never mind, I’ve got plenty.
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