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Here's a snippet from Rorschach:
Matthew couldn’t answer. He kissed her. He ran his hand across her back and to the front where he traced the ‘S’ of her pregnant body and for a moment, just a small moment in day that was slow with oil and death, there was hope. A child that lay beneath the red and the tears and the unanswered question. A child that one day might never have to see the horror. A child that might grow up in a world that was free from these mornings and the days that he knew would follow.
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