Prologue

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My name is Eulane, and today is the day that I die by my own hand. I don’t exactly know the details, but perhaps we will find out together. I plan on taking only items of the utmost importance on my journey to the grave, such as my dagger, candles, and this letter. While I don’t appreciate the cold and vicious bite of a blade, I feel it will be the most merciful method of my self-annihilation. You might take me for a mad woman, but this is no fit of delirium. This is merely an act of salvation. If my father refuses to save me, then I shall take the deed upon myself. Although, I assume you are wondering why I am ending my life in the first place. The answer is quite simple, really; I want to escape. It’s not the lap of luxury I am running from. There is no confinement in diamonds and silk, but instead within the arms of a man that is truly and undeniably mad. Maybe I am ignorant for not wanting what every woman does, for not fulfilling this wretched purpose that God has bestowed upon us. Some say being a spinster makes a woman undesirable or deviant. I am neither of those things. You may think me foolish for my supposed cowardice regarding this marriage, but I would disagree with you, for this is no ordinary man. I have weighed my options and deemed this to be the best one. I feel as though I am dragging this on, so let me get to the point; even in death, this is not the end for me. Despite all I have left unsaid, the truth will eventually set me free. He can not keep his secrets forever.

With my dying breath,
Eulane Augustine

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