Iron man.
By Dean Good.
It was the winter of the year of our lord 1605. It was one year to the day since John Marlow had been condemned for the murder and mutilation of the Priest’s wife Margret Church and her unborn child it was a most terrible crime indeed. The priest wife a lovely woman always smiling and never to busy to stop and talk. The one thing I’ll never forget is her eyes. She had the most beautiful hazel eyes that would have melted the coldest hearts. Margret was found with her internal organs spread all over the bedroom floor. And her head was severed from her body. The unborn fetes was found inside the stone fire place. It’s head had also been severed from it’s body. Then it was thrown into the fire place. The two halves of the unborn child were burnt to a dark charred black. It took all the strength I could muster to keep from vomiting when I pulled the two pieces of the little black corpse from the fire place.
Let me introduce myself my name is Constable Shamus O’Reilly. I had only arrived here in Stone castle shire and had only met Jacob Church and his wife Margret a couple of times after Sunday sermons. From my first impressions of th
