Book burnings. Always the forerunners. Heralds of the stake, the ovens, the mass graves.

Geraldine Brooks
Book burnings. Always the forerunners. Heralds of the stake, the...
Book burnings. Always the forerunners. Heralds of the stake, the...
Book burnings. Always the forerunners. Heralds of the stake, the...
Book burnings. Always the forerunners. Heralds of the stake, the...
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Book burnings. Always the forerunners. Heralds of the stake, the ovens, the mass graves.

Source: People Of The Book

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