Chapter 60:
The woman at the gate was old.
Not old like Margaret. Not old like somebody who'd lived a long life and earned every line on her face.
Old like a photograph. Old like something that had been left in a drawer for fifty years and forgotten.
She was wearing a long coat. Gray. Her hair was white and pulled back in a bun. Her hands were in her pockets.
And she was alone.
"Elizabeth Kane," I said.
"Yes."
"Silas's wife."
"Yes."
"You've been his wife for forty years."
"Yes."
"And you're here to tell me the truth."
Elizabeth looked at me.
"Yes."
I looked at the men on the wall. They had their rifles up. They were waiting for a signal.
"Let her in," I said.
"Ella—" Rook said.
"Let her in."
Rook looked at me.
Then he nodded.
The gate opened.
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Elizabeth walked int
