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Alice is serving the first part of her sentence. The Town Square has all manner of fiendish apparatus. Alice and two other young women have been sentenced to an hour’s service in what the townspeople call the ‘Wailing Wall’. It’s
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fuck-customers: I work in a public library. When someone noteworthy dies we make a display for them which we refer to as a Wailing Wall. When Jerry Lewis died someone set up a memorial display for him in our audiovisual section. Unfortunately the person
feestje: He could feel the despair all around him. “There must be a hundred thousand,” Satin wailed. “How can we stop so many?” “The Wall will stop them,” Jon heard himself say. He turned and said it again, louder. “The Wall will stop them.
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tamberella: Far to the east from rot they sprung with clanging teeth and empty lungs. A wall of fire towered high and claimed them one by one. Their terror echoed off high stone walls and flames engulfed their wailing souls. She saw it in her tired mind
