The year is 1879. When thirteen-year-old Ruth Merritt Holbrook emerges from her family's burning estate, bloody and charred, but entirely numb--She makes headlines. Reporters believe she is deranged. They accuse her of having set the fire. All the h...
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Leviathan,
I'm leaving after Saturday night's performance. I've cleared it with Chester and he thinks I'm just taking a night off. By the time anyone realizes where I've gone, it will be too late. You are the only person I am telling. I know you said that I should be patient, wait until whatever you are doing has come to an end—but I fear for my life. I feel like I am suffocating. I see his face in every shadow, everyone's hands are his hands—his voice haunts my nightmares. I wonder if your Merritt Holbrook feels the same. If she does, I pity her. Perhaps she and I are more similar than I had first anticipated. I don't believe she is a murderer, not anymore—feel free to tell her I said as much.
Thank you for your friendship, it has most certainly changed my life.
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