Marta
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Marta wanders the streets of the village with a pickaxe in her hand, looking for “sinners” and whispering something similar to prayer or testament
"Righteousness cannot pass in blood by loins, but the blood of your heart...."
Marta wanders the streets of the village with a pickaxe in her hand, looking for “sinners” and whispering something similar to prayer or testament
"Righteousness cannot pass in blood by loins, but the blood of your heart...."