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[fic] [doomsday book by connie willis | gen] it grows dark

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Kivrin threw aside the broken spade and wiped her tears with a filthy palm, cursing the frozen ground and her broken ribs, the fevreblau, herself, and God, if He was listening.

She was alone now, except for the cow with its jutting skeleton, and the only one left who could tuck Father Roche’s body to rest into the soil and ring his soul to Heaven, but she couldn’t even manage that.

As another frigid breeze worked its way through Kivrin’s thin jerkin and hose and brought a new flurry of snow down around her, she looked up, shivering in the moonlight, and brought her hands up as though in prayer to make one last recording for Mr. Dunworthy.

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