Taking a lantern from the table, she rose up for the chair and walked out of the house, looking up at the dark sky that showed no promise of moonlight. Thomasin awakened in the dead of night, the smell of blood lingering on her dress. It seemed that poor Thomasin was at a crossroads. She was not very smart, but neither was she stupid. ![]() If she were to return back to civilized society, her only option would be to begin the life of a scullery maid, to serve another family for the rest of her life in order to put a mere scrap of food into her belly. ![]() The life she was forced to leave behind was miles away, and even if she dared to travel day and night back to town, the neighbors she used to know would never allow her back into their community, thanks to the arrogance and prideful sins of her father.
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