Nesting Doll

“ In the five points of the woods, as she wished, when she whispered it in my bad ear, while I slept. “

“ You're a mad man. “

Truda dashed for the door and Martin chased her. He couldn't believe how nimble she was on her feet. She ran in the direction of the town, six miles away, and only looked back once, to see her father collapse to his knees, exhausted, pointing the axe at her.

He cried out, but she was too far away to hear what he said.

At dusk, she entered the town, and requested to meet with the magistrate. Her request was granted, but only for a moment.

He was an elderly man, easily prone to superstition.





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