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Favour's coffin

Favour's coffin, about to slip into its dark hole forever.
It was a beautiful day with cumulus clouds in a cerulean sky, the bees buzzed around the spring flowers, the cattle lowed and far off we could hear the tinkling of brass bells on sheep, but Favour could hear none of it. She was killed two years ago by a client who covered her body with gasoline and set it on fire, then left it in the street in Misilmeri.
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