Spark (8 of 11) Something sparked in you, Diana….

Something sparked in you, Diana. You’re letting it change you. Take you over,” Mother said. I shake my head. My lips narrow, and the corners of my mouth turn downward. Dulcitius of Marburg sent his servants to notify the commune that we are to meet in the courtyard in the morning. We all will be…

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Spark (6 of 11) A poisonous snake.

The cot is cold against my skin. I cover myself with a thin blanket and wring my hands. Clasp them so hard that it hurts. I pray—no, beg— God to make my father leave us alone. I rub my upper arms for comfort and hug my shoulders. I stop fighting the memories. Memories of dark ghosts in my father’s form,…

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