[hickson] over here, miss. here he is. he wasn't in he's room at the inn last monday, right, and i
Went looking for him. i found him here in a poor fettle. i thought i'd better fetch you, miss
Prudence.
[prudence] my god it's him... antracon... my love
[antracon] their eyes so hollow so hollow
[prudence] what's happened to you? why are you all covered in blood?
[antracon] every whore shall burn... every whore shall burn
[prudence] hickson, help him up to the street and into my carriage. we've...
[hickson] here we go sir prudence... got to get him out of town. we'll take him to my father's
Hunting lodge.
Writer(s): Sami Boman
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