Chapter 71- Search the dark

Chapter 71-Search the dark

The darkest souls are the ones

that burns the brightest.

~Unknown

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“Are you certain she’s the one?” The emphasis drawn to the ‘she’ could be remarked as skepticism, as Esther glanced over to the girl hauling copper pots from the coal.

Her dark hair was tied into a loose bun, her apron, darkened with soot and fat, clung to her belly and her loose skirt rustled with a steady, tireless motion.

Above her, hidden from view, Medusa plucked idly at a fraying chemise she was meant to mend. Her silver hair hung loose under her coif, and her knees were drawn up, chin resting atop them. She watched Gytha with an intensity that was not quite curiosity and not quite contempt.

Beside her, Esther sat folded on a blanket of burlap, her hands knotted in her lap.

“I mean, look at that,” Esther said, her voice low and dry. “Not a sign of malady and her actions skims pretty well servant-like to me and any who stares, to be corrupted,”