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He was kind enough to give you a funeral and a tombstone in his private cemetery.  He doesn’t do that with just anyone, they say:  only the special ones will be treated like members of his own family.  There were a handful of plots surrounding yours that bore names of women who were just like you- all selected, all special.  He was kind enough to allow me onto the property to visit you since I hadn’t been invited to the funeral in the first place.  I’m sure you’d mentioned a sister, but it was overlooked in the flurry of activity that must have come after your death.  Details like family are so often overlooked when money is involved; who would think to reach out to me, a simpleton, when my former thief sister was now in a place of class?  I have to say I was very distressed to learn that you were dead so long after you’d already been placed in the ground.  I had to come inquiring about you before anyone would ever tell me and of course they were vague and unhelpful since my shoes weren’t an acceptable level of shiny.  They even tell the families of common criminals when they’ve perished, and I know that you weren’t quite so common.

His estate tells me that you fell ill some months before but didn’t want to worry me and therefore said nothing.  You found clever ways to deny my requests for visitations by saying that you were far too busy with your new beau, Benjamin Salver, who incidentally had been your master not days before.  I will admit, I did become somewhat curious when I heard the rumors that you were the new flame of Master Salver’s, but who wasn’t?  It wasn’t uncommon for Benjamin Salver to become infatuated with the women he plucked from prison, and it wasn’t unheard of for people to place bets on whether or not his new servant would become his new toy.  It was a yearly ritual in itself.

I’ll have you know that I made the bet that you were far too intelligent to become involved with him.  I stand corrected.

Something else interests me, dear sister.  No one has said the words to my face, but I hear.  I always hear.  You knew how I am.  There are people who say you were murdered, that there had been some kind of fuss between you and Benjamin Salver, and he or perhaps his brother ended your life and threw you in the well on the Salver property.  They say it’s happened before, that the owners of the five graves that surround you all met their fates the same way you did, at the bottom of a well.  Of course it’s all rumors.  The Salvers are a generous albeit mysterious family.  People are bound to talk and create stories.  It’s only human nature to want to see more where this is nothing.

Curiosity, dear sister, is another part of human nature, and no one will fault me for harboring a strong desire to find this well on the Salver property and take a peek inside.  They would perhaps fault me if I were caught in the act.  Far too suspicious.  People are talking.  You can’t have someone getting too close in case the rumors are perhaps truths that are falling from people’s careless mouths.

I didn’t need to disguise myself when I came to the property.  A few months from now, no one will ever recognize me as having been to the Salver estate.  That’s another thing about money; you need not observe because someone else will always do it for you.  Or at least you assume they will.  No one would pay me any attention.  No one ever does.  I was showed to your stone.  I killed the poor groundskeeper in a bloody way.  I found the well and you with a host of friends at the bottom.  I came back to the scene of my crime because I wanted to be caught, and I was red-handed.  Quite literally.

They’ve since taken me to my prison cell and tattooed the number thirteen into my arm.  That’s my name now, just like 103 was yours.  It is going to be a long few months until the time comes, but I will be selected just as you were.  I will captivate Benjamin Salver and he will fall madly and passionately in love with me.  They will say that I murdered him, and I will expose the deeds of the Salver estate.

Dear sister, we have only to wait.  Time moves so slowly.
I wrote They Say I'm Guilty last summer, and I was surprised by how well it was received. A large number of people had suggested I do something more with it, and I hadn't intended to, but the more I've been thinking about it, the more I want to do something with it. This is my first bit of a continuation- though chronologically it would be read before They Say I'm Guilty. I'm considering telling the entire story out of order actually, but it's still in the works. It might just turn into a series of vignettes.

Feedback is always appreciated. Thanks for reading!
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MistressofQuills Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2013  Student Writer
Oh, this is brilliant! It starts out seemingly so tender and sorrowful, and then you realize that both sisters were twisted, and it gave me shivers! Beautifully done:D
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UndertheShaydeWood Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2013
Wow, an incredibly interesting and intriguing passage. OK - it's time that you wrote a novel.... I have seen so many extraornry beginnings and exerts. I want you now to collate your writing into something complete and finished (or not), but something worthy of your talents. I hope you remember which character I wish for your to continue. I have missed her. And the cafe where she works. You are too talented not to engage yourself in a full-blown novel....
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lalaith913 Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2013   Writer
Well actually, I have a finished novel, but I don't post about it since I'd like to keep it on the down-low until I actually get it published. I'm in the midst of a contest right now where the prize is a publishing contract, but if that doesn't go through, I'm going to pursue it privately. So it exists haha, but it's my little secret for now. ;)

I know you're dying for Miranda, and I'm sorry I don't write with her more often. I'm easily distracted...

Your kind words are always appreciated and looked forward to. Thanks. :)
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Laeneris Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2013  Student Writer
Oooh, I was really looking forward to reading this! I love the theme of revenge that is now added to the 'sequel' piece and the glimpse inside 13's head.

One sentence struck me as a little bit odd:
... that the five graves that surround you all met their fates the same way you did, at the bottom of a well.

I mean, I understand what you were trying to say, but it doesn't feel right to say that their graves met the same fate. If that makes any sense. ^^;
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lalaith913 Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2013   Writer
OH jeez, you're right. Fixing now! Thanks for pointing that out.
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Laeneris Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2013  Student Writer
No problem. :aww:
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LordofStupidity Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2013
I like the shoe shine thing, it makes the piece feel like it was in the olden days where magic and stuff like this happened. I just love the last line, I don't know why
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lalaith913 Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2013   Writer
I'm not really</a> going for Steampunk, though I guess it's the easiest way to describe the style. Grungy Victorian with less clocks and gears perhaps? Glad you liked it! :)
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LordofStupidity Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2013
It doesn't seem steam punk-like to me, so I don't know why you're mentioning that.
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GentlemanAnachronism Featured By Owner Jan 30, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Verrry nice. And the ending? Spot on perfect. Going off to read the other one, now.
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