#scymours

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     Alastrine’s breath toyed in frustration, pausing in her stride to look back at her sister-in-law’s furrowed brow, “But, as you well know, oftentimes the good lord expects us to be the instrument of his good will,” Would she go to hell for using the ‘lord’s will’ to justify what she did in this mortal life? She’d think about how many hail Mary’s to do, later. For now, she hitched up her skirts, feet shuffling down a hill tangled with long grass and spindly thorns that clung to her stockings, “Come, now! We’re almost there, and the sun will soon take it’s leave.”