Here's the prologue of my new book...It's short but still! Please be critical!
I suppose I should have always known that it would come to this. There was always something about him that suggested I would end up dying for him. Dying alone, bound to a bedpost on a quiet night.
My finger moved slightly on its own accord, curling itself around the trigger of the musket, but I mentally stopped myself. Before I died for him, I would remember; otherwise I might not have the courage to warn him, to warn him with my death.
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