When they burned the Church of Les Innocents, crowds gathered in the streets, and when the night air breached the shattering roof, the flames rose as if roused from their refuge by the fire bells of the Rue St. Denis. Sparks the shape of pigeons flew from the burning rafters, and for moments longer than one might expect kept beating into the darkness. Some in the crowd cried out, “Souls! Souls are being released! Look! Look how they rise toward Heaven.”
© Mike Wall
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