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Lila stalled inside her cottage. It had become home, the townsfolk her friends. She knew some unknown evil was behind the accidents and illnesses, but she didn’t understand why. The one who had aided her with Mary’s birthing, and took the evil from her cottage last eve, had her promise she would leave Sharrow. Anson Roanoak. He had protected her, and said she would be safe if she left her cottage and journeyed north. She didn’t know how. If the evil which shook her home, shattered much of her pots and bottles, knew where she was, couldn’t it track her if she abandoned the safety of the town? But was the town, or anywhere, safe?
Having cleaned up the mess, she eased into a chair and looked around her. There wasn’t much she could take. Unlike most of the villagers, she had no horse or wa
