The Cunning Woman

di Greyson Hall (Autore)

Debra Goree, 2025

In the 15th century, Sarah Holloway lived in the woods at the edge of the village, flaxen-haired and barefoot, her fingers forever green from crushing herbs that save what learned men cannot. Villagers come to her when physicians fail, when leeches and Latin prayers do nothing. They appear at her door at dawn or under moonlight, clutching children burning with fever or festering wounds, and her little cottage, half swallowed by ivy, fills with the sharp perfume of crushed leaves and the quiet, trembling hope of the desperate. Dr. Alistair Finch, the fancy village physician, watches from his high window, sipping his spiced wine and cursing his few coins. His purse no longer jingles freely, feeling each spared life as a personal insult. When folks from neighboring villages begin walking past his stone steps, Dr. Finch's resolve hardens, his envy coalescing into unyielding conviction, his greed disguised as righteous fury. He becomes relentless in his determination to see Sarah ruined. One night in the tavern he begins the sparks of accusation: "Sarah Holloway's a witch." The ale-soaked floorboards creak beneath shifting boots as heads turn. Rumors spread like embers on dry straw, catching quickly and racing through the village. The old women mutter of omens, the young mothers clutch their children tighter. When the whispers sharpen into venomous barbs, men drag her into the crumbling church, a fierce thunderstorm wailing with the voices of a thousand demons. The church is packed that night, its interior lit by flickering candles that cast ghastly shadows onto the walls. Thunder rumbles outside, shaking the stained-glass windows. Everyone is there, not to pray but to judge. Rain plips through the ancient beams as if mourning its sin, and the crucifix gleams with trails that look too much like blood. The villagers see not the gentle woman who healed them, but a stranger they feared. Their faces blur in the candlelight, half in shadow, half in fear and hatred, each one eager to thrust their trembling doubts into the safety of the crowd. Beneath the crucifix, Sarah stands alone. The sentence spoken there is older than the church itself, stripped of all mercy. They believe the earth will keep its secrets, but Sarah knows the old language of roots, bark, and bone, the restless murmur beneath the soil that even priests pretend not to hear. Beneath the gnarled oak, something older than fear begins to stir, as patient as roots, as hungry as grief. The tree stands silent in the night sky, but the earth around it seems to breathe, slow, steady, remembering. The village will learn that not all doors can be closed from the outside. Some names, once spoken, refuse to stay buried. Shadows lengthen, and the wind carries a sound, the sound of root and rot far below the ground. Gothic Folk Horror ?? Warning: Dark themes, psychological suspense, and graphic moments. For mature audiences only.

• Autore: Greyson Hall
• Anno edizione: 2025
• Editore: Debra Goree
• Formato: EPUB2 con DRMFREE
• Lingua: Inglese
• Compatibilità: Tutti i dispositivi (eccetto Kindle)
• Layout: Reflowable
• EAN: 9798232252403