“Vivien needs be buried into consecrated ground" Francis pressed rather sternly.
Shortly after he had prayed over the remains, lines of living larvae and beetles were in exodus, trailing out, in minute trains towards him. Even the maggots were drawn to his aura. Francis brushed them down and away from his tunic.
"No, I don't think that you have that right, my honoured Francesco. Consecrated ground is for the pious only, and the saints … and possibly, nobility - but it is never for the tainted."
"If you inter her in a holy place, her soul will then have a chance to rehabilitate - or, if not, it shall be held back and confined in that place with no escape, and thus be of no harm to others. This is my reasoning. For the Vivien will become an apparition to remain as an unholy tribulation, if we are to do nothing."
"Oh, I hadn’t thought of that" said Toby washing his hands through some wet leaves.
Murmur interjected: "I don't want Hannah to see this trollop - this she-devil has caused much pain to her in a time of trial, and it is best that she not be reminded of it."
"Well then, so it can be. We will load up Granoldi's cart with dry hay and pack the body forthwith. He can pull it into the town, just as he might cart the groceries.
"One finger is still missing, should we be worried?”
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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