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"Red," the woman whispered crookedly, her eyes bright with madness. "All red."
Kelsea looked down again and saw that the woman was holding not a sheaf of wheat but the broken, bleeding body of a small girl. The child's eyes were torn out, the sockets filled with blood.
The Queen of Tearling by Erika Johansen
Yeah...sorry for that imagery,,, <,< >.>