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Although it was gradually forming a purple bruise upon the skin lying over my pale knuckles, I twisted the wedding ring I sported on my finger apprehensively I tell you, Oh apprehensively. Knowing the proximity of our villages, they probably already knew that I had murdered my daughter. Trust me I tell you, trust me. Even though we haven’t even met, or conversed about my actions, let me tell you that I am already acquainted with your kind of judgement, I already know your reaction. Any word that you wish to stigmatize me with; crazy, mad, cruel, heartless...Know that I am not any of those, for killing the child who cruelly took the life of my beautiful wife was the action any man in my situation, would have taken. Righteous, insane, or not. Although I firmly stand my ground and no argument may make me alter my beliefs, you must hear me out, for my decisions were all justified. You out of all people am sure, will have my back. So let me give you a brief account on what happened. On why I am in this carriage, running away from the village where I buried my wife and …show more content…

A broad woman with too many teeth to fit in her mouth grinned as I made my way into the room. Her brown hair was pasted onto her forehead and deposits of sweat rings patched her dress. I glanced at her unlady-like appearance; bitten uneven nails caked with dirt, hairy knuckles covered in gold rings that barely even fit. She smiled again as I approached her, I couldn’t help my gaze from sliding to her eyes, onto the curly hairs poking from her chin. I swallowed hard and tried to suppress my disgust, this lady was a far cry from my dear Eleanor. “Alright, what can I do for ye?” She inspected me. “Yer not from here are ye? We don’t get no new people in this village.” “A room please, I will be staying for as long as I need to.” I replied curtly, trying not to give away the reason why I had

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