Today's OneWord: Purity

The maiden was chosen for the sacrifice for allegedly one thing: Her purity. It all seemed so cruel to me. She was led up to the hellmouth with her hands tied behind her hand. Her feet were bare, the soles already scorched from the heat. And the town elders, bless their shriveled hearts, had dressed her in white.

I watched her raise her eyes to the heavens, her chest heaving with hidden sobs.

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