She laughed. “No gris-gris can heal what truly ails us, that ol’ shadow in our bones. And there’s just one grave for thief or alderman, pimp or priest, the ovens where they shove us all.”
She laughed. “No gris-gris can heal what truly ails us, that ol’ shadow in our bones. And there’s just one grave for thief or alderman, pimp or priest, the ovens where they shove us all.”