1867, somewhere near Houston, Texas
I lowered myself into the hay loft and tried to put my mind at ease. The moon was full out the large window, with stars scattered around it as if god was in a hurry. I tried to memorize the minoscule cracks and craters among the moon's massive form as I smelled Jasper below me. I'm not ready, but I guess now's not the time to practice. I sighed to myself. "You wanted to speak with me, Sir?" I spoke breathlessly as he approached me from behind.
"Yes, just-"
"Please!" I turned swiftly, grabbing his scarred wrists and falling to my knees. "Please, don't kill me!"...
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