Like stagnant water trapped in a fetid container that decays with the passage of time, fermenting only to nourish the parasites that live within it, Leatrice was still decaying from the inside out. The decay was upon her mouth, curled in contempt, containing the rage that had never left her.

-Theresa Griffin Kennedy

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