It had been a bloody summer. Night after night, the streets echoed with the pounding of feet, the sc
It had been a bloody summer. Night after night, the streets echoed with the pounding of feet, the scrape of steel. The names of the dead passed from hoarse throats to disbelieving ears. Mercutio. Tybalt. Paris. Romeo. Juliet. -- source link
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