Glass for a Burial Society’s Annual Banquet

The dreadful angel in me is invisible today, his screeching almost still. You startle at its whisper. Is it someone come to pay a visit or a grasshopper tapping at the sill? It’s he. Oh, he is…

Witness 4:When we had crossed the tracksand were waitingat the entrance to the campI hearda prisoner say to a womanThe Red Cross van is only usedto carry gas to the crematoriaYour…