This story takes place in Iowa in June, 1912, nineteen years after Dismas', and is loosely based on several real axe murders that, to this day, remain unsolved.
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Mary slowed to a jog and looked over her shoulder. She could just see the guards in the distance, running to catch up. If they were human, they'd be huffing and puffing. Luckily, they weren't. They were vampires, like she was.
If only they were as fast as me.
The Guild called her special ability wind walking, though Madam LaFete had called it outrunning the shadows because even the shadows were too slow to catch you. She remembered, in the early days, trying to see if that was true, if she really was faster than her shadow, but she'd never come to any conclusions.
Mary slowed her jog to a walk, and finally stopped altoget
