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• It wasn’t until Joseph had plunged the blade through Father Quinn’s
• closely shaven head. “I like to create.” Joseph frowned, unsure why that would warrant him being in Purgatory. Sela must have seen his confusion, as he added, “I like to create art . . . made from pieces I’ve taken from others.” Joseph blanched. “I took a finger and an ear before Father McCarthy found me.” Sela’s eyes frosted with darkness. “One da...
• His back ached in pain, and the metal cilices around his thighs dug into his flesh as he walked. But
• Joseph
• He pulled on his arm, the rope that held him in place barely budging as the rough fibers sliced into the delicate skin of his wrist. “James,”