Brimstone Prologue

Bodies. Bodies up and down the road. Naked. Nailed up. The girl clasped her baby to her chest. Too young to have been witness to death. Too young, just as well, to have been with child. She had thought about ending it and herself. Why didn’t she? Eyes followed her. Some open, some closed, some picked clean. Whore. She didn’t remember the moment she was taken. If she had, she would’ve been married to the man who had taken her. It was the least he could do to pay for what vessel he had broken. But she didn’t remember. “Maybe she was drunk,” they whispered in the other room. She bowed her head. A family friend was kind enough to marry her and play father to her bastard. He had already lost his wife and expressed no interest in fucking a child. They didn’t talk to each other. He didn’t even look at her. All that mattered was that she went far away from those who knew her, any who would cast judgment. But the stone was already thrown. No family, no friends, no future. The wife of a widower…

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