:
I might find myself buying your pretty little body one day for a guinea or two.
Trench:
Sir Edward. I thought you've been-
Sir Edward Markham:
Buried. Yes. Waking up in that horrible oblong box, no air to breathe, trapped and no escape. Earth raining down on the lid, every shovel full burying you more deeply.
N'Galo:
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