I’d Rather Avoid Getting Sacrificed, Thanks.

Chapter 15 of The Ballad of Abigail Lambert

If you had told Abigail her skull had been cracked open like an egg when she woke up inside this dreary cave—she’d have every reason to believe you. She picked her pulsing head up to spy the rock walls that surrounded her. She was tied to a wooden post, this must’ve been an old mine of some kind. Hard to tell, for the moon outside the mouth of t…