This story takes place in 1772, eleven years after Clara's story.
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Daniel watched the rain roll down the window. The glass's flaws made misshapen bubbles in the outside world; strange pockets of deformed darkness.
Lightning sizzled through heavy clouds and he closed his eyes against the flash. He opened them again, to turn back to the house. One large room with a fireplace and chunky, rustic furniture. It looked the same as a hundred others in the colonies except for the pile of corpses.
A man and woman were on the bottom in a puddle of blood, their throats ripped out. On top of them were four children with similar wounds. Their blood was smeared on the hearth, on the rough table and bench, and on Kateesha's face.
With dark skin and fiery eyes, Kateesha was the most beautiful thi
