And suddenly from afar, the howl of a woman breaks the island air. The crack of a whip echoes in the sky. These two sounds repeat until there is a crescendo of weeping and agony. Followed by a deathly silence. Where even the birds flee.
This is the devil's symphony. This is the New World, according to Saffron.
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Ayiti
Historical Fiction"May the hellhounds that ate the runaway also eat the master."
