Man at War – Excerpt No. 315

Evelyn then pulled away the sheet revealing a large pool of blood around Mary’s body. There was a single neat slash across the back of her leg. With such a precise incision, she would have bled out in minutes. The wound was purposeful but was not generally attributable to suicide. That ensures a Christian burial.

“You didn’t drain her?” Grace asked. That means she found peace in death

Non,” Evelyn said. (No.) “I could not risk her contaminated blood spreading to me.”

Black-and-white vintage-style photograph with a torn-paper border, showing a somber funeral in a rainy cemetery at night. Several men in dark overcoats and hats stand around a closed casket on a grave, heads bowed in mourning, with piles of fresh earth nearby. A large stone building looms in the misty, rain-streaked background.

Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.



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