Night fell, and my house grew quiet and dim. It had been built a little too near the Witch’s Bower for most folk, and as such, my nearest neighbors were far from me. Tomorrow, I decided, I would seek help, if my leg let me.
I had found my grandmother’s old cane in my search earlier, and I hobbled on it now, a taper in hand. Its soft glow lit the way to my lonely room.
Then it was, passing by the old window opening out unto the garden and the soldiery, I saw there Roberts’ face through the pane.
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