Wolfgang Kilian, “The Martyrs of Nagasaki,” 1628
The air was electric with a holy silence, all Nagasaki dumb with grief, as the parade of martyrs marched past toward the hilltop where their crosses waited.
Wolfgang Kilian, “The Martyrs of Nagasaki,” 1628
The air was electric with a holy silence, all Nagasaki dumb with grief, as the parade of martyrs marched past toward the hilltop where their crosses waited.