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A Servant and Her Sin


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A Servant and Her Sin


 

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Stork Carrying a Baby (circa. 1830)



 

   Each day, it became more noticeable. Each day, her clothes grew snugger and snugger. Each day, she had to tie her corset more loosely. Each day, she was bombarded with the fear that they might find out. 

 

   The servant girl grew more and more aware of her inability to hide for much longer, she held on though, to the bit of disguise she could muster. She hid it until she couldn’t. Her seventh month. 

 

   Up until this change in her, she had been nothing but a twig; skin and bones. She had suffered the plights of starvation, conquered the heavyweight of malnutrition, and was slowly growing to a healthy state… slowly. Now, with such changes within her, she found there to be more substance on her arms, her legs, her face. She looked … normal. Perhaps that’s why she was able to hide her sinful state for so long. 

 

   She knew it was time to let up; to show off the sin she committed. She was to face her demons, as that was the only true way to be rid of the frown upon her by Godan. On the fourth day of her seventh month, she pulled her corset snugly, she wore a dress that was her usual tight-fit. She wore her pregnant state like an accessory. 

 

   She had tasks to do, work to be done. And so she did those things. 

 

   Her steps fail to falter as she strides through the city, big-bellied and all. A person would have to be blind to not see her change. For those who cared to read the weekly news, she had only been married two months ago, and by the look of her, she was anything but two months pregnant. 

 

   She wore her sin, her precious sin, like a necklace; a pearl. She was unafraid now.

 

   Sanja Kutznetsov was ready for judgment.

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Father Fiodor raised a brow as an acolyte came bursting into his chambers bringing news, offering the figure naught but a sigh in slight annoyance at being disturbed, but nevertheless opting to hear him out. By the time he had finished, the priest had already retrieved his hat and walking cane and rushed off. 

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Mathea, who had been married for 5 months held her newborn proudly.

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