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His lover now dead, Edward jumped.
A short story by Gregory Wood, read it here.  Note that lover is in pink.  This is where his story took me: Vandals had taken over the village.  Lover burned and burned, like a hamlet in majestic Britain had never burned before.  Or at least, not right in front of Edward’s eyes. It started with a phone call urging him not to come home tonight.  His mother’s terrified shrieks bade him...
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