“It was in her arms,” he continued, “the infant, that is.” “You see, she had lost her mind to such a degree that she had begun gnawing the skull of the child… and with the fingers and toes of the baby tied to her hair.”
“Good God,” I uttered, a deep disgust throttling my voice. “Such a thing—!”
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