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Chapter 23
~QUINN~ I drove the edge of the shovel into the ground and took a deep breath. What would have taken men a long time as hours took me thirty minutes to accomplish. However, a task like this was not something I was meant to brag about. Exhaling deeply, I stared at the makeshift grave in front of me. Meredith was finally laid to rest. Not in the best way imaginable or in the traditional way I would expect like placing the body on a pyre and setting it on fire before our brethren who would have paid respects. I chuckled grimly. Who was I kidding? What brethren would ever be present for our deaths? I was condemned to a similar fate like Meredith’s. If I was ever going to die, no one would be there to give me a befitting funeral. My eyes narrowed at her resting place. Even if I wanted to sin
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