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In the dark of night, I enter Jacob’s smelly shack.

Immediately entering, I am wafted with a thick stench of nature and countless gazes, but I proceed onwards as I bring the bucket closer to my chest. Shouldering into the main room, I unfortunately find the source of those gazes.

Like crows, those shadows stood at every corner and filled the room to the brim. This sight in daylight would bring me a great sense of safety, but now it only brought me dread and fear. Have I tripped upon a band of bandits, I would think once in a while - only to remind myself of my previous experiences with these assassins.

The nightingale operates from every shadow, that phrase could not be anymore true right this moment.

“Fair Margaret, hurry on, lest we waste the night away staring at your beautiful...” A lustful voice froze as it witnessed the countless others directly behind me.

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From the voice, it seems to be Kenneth that just spoke, and his wife must have just entered. But reluctantly following his advice, I hurry on to Jacob who stood like a statue in front of a bath.

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Time stood still as I take the newborn frailty within a crimson cradle into my sight. My bucket had been snatched sometime ago, but my eyes continued to watch the sight in front of me, whilst my body quickly became paralyzed due to...fear?

What is going on here?

“Margaret, dress the boy after I finish up.”

It was a boy? That thing is a boy?