In the churchyard of the Anglican cathedral two coffins lay ready for burial. O n e of them was almost a foot longer than the other, but apart from that they were the same - simple boxes made from fresh-cut splintery wood, left bare. Bishop Wade stood beside them, a bulky figure draped in purple robes embroidered with gold thread. His pale skin was flushed with pink and sweat ran down his temples.
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