"They called it the summer of bereavement."

"Behind her the rocks were slick. Slick with a salty liquid that came not from the sea but from man."

"The Pontiff Scarlata drew his ornate white robes about him and scrambled from the library of the ancient chapel."

"The artist sat at his desk, determined to emote his thoughts onto paper."

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