Keeping to herself the woman roamed the store.  Fingers trailing down the book spines.  Quiet and unassuming.  No one seemed to notice the ink colored stain on her fingers, or the trail they left behind.  In fact, no one seemed to notice her at all.  Lady Pestilence in our midst.

Author’s Note:

First in a series of four, based on the four horsemen of the apocalypse.

Let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!

L

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