Gifted House

kept muttering, roaming the streets of Pauvre de Lais. He hat

th, Life. All are

the black cloak over his head. He planned on paying a visit to

favorite line in Saint Livre de Prières his moth

heart. Those with clean, unstained hearts. Not

ome now. Nowhere to go to. Father won't let him in for he was stained with the

grinned. He struck again and ha