The Maypole Watches

There is no house in town that has not found itself marked with the red cross of plague, but paint is fleeting and the villagers are so desperate to hide their state. They watch the screaming outsider as the fire purifies them and inside feel the gnawing panic of their own secrets. No one would speak up if Gillian Smith were to mark you infected or to clear you foreign. Her gloves are purest white and never solid and they hide a cerulean mold that covers every inch of her through skin, muscle and organ - she has no idea it runs so deep. By night she sits in the quiet darkness of her perfect cottage, peeling herself with a straight razor, layer

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