“Close your eyes and stare into the dark.”
Cecelia Ahern book Thanks for the Memories
Source: Thanks for the Memories
“The eye was in the tomb and stared at Cain.”
L'œil était dans la tombe et regardait Caïn. <br class="br"> La Conscience http://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/La_Conscience, from La Légende des siècles (1859), First Series, Part I
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