Below is Part 14 of 18 monthly installments for Visitant.
◄◄ Read the first installment / prologue
◄ Read the previous installment, LANA
LIZA
No one whispered about Eliza any longer. At least not in her presence. She had grown into a fearsomely proud woman, with good reason. The Marsh blood made so famous by the exciting exploits of Captain Marsh seemed to have tipped away from the slashed up vein of his direct lineage and into the Orne line. Not that Liza could see it.
They noted the undeniably Marsh features in her countenance and that her hair was the same solid black hue everyone but her father had. But most days all that Liza could see was her dark skin tone. There were so many other things to hate about her face, that sometimes she forgot just why Innsmouth so forcibly shunned her company.
She often caught the…
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