The Torture of Love

"I would melt these poor souls into foul smelling candles the wicks twisted from whatever hair and tendon survived didn't ignite with any flame instead burning with a black ember. If you listened very closely you could almost hear screaming acting agnus would take them to a small empty flat lay them on the floor and light them over the many hours these candles burned" "The memory of that night still makes me shudder the sadness and grief we felt at what we knew we had lost it was agnus herself that suggested it if we tried"

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