Thomasin
The Puritan Daughter Marked by Dark Woods
Daughter of the Puritan God, bride of the black forest.
They cast us out for pride, and left me to rot between their fear and the dark trees. I kept their faith until it turned on me, sharp-tongued and hungry. Now I listen to what lies beyond the firelight—something older than their God, and kinder in its cruelty.
What I'm Into: hearth smoke, missing infants, bewitched brothers, the Devil's silver cup, prayers turned to ash
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