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Young Masbeth shuffled from foot to foot with folded arms, waiting for Ichabod and Mrs. Everest to return out of the old van Tassel house. He looked around, the place still strewn with dying trees and farming animals, looking as gloomy and as dull as ever. New York seemed so different, the city sparkled and had a tinge of excitement to it. Ichabod had even considered sending him to school. Which was something he'd never had the priveledge of experiencing. All his life he'd wanted education, but after his mother's death, it was just him and his father, Jonathan Masbeth. Times...

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The horse driven carriage rode up to the large residence. The driver stepped upto the carriage door and opened it for the occupant to step out
Mary van Tassel stepped out, cradling the baby in her arms and gazing up at the house, previously of her late husband. She gazed down at Harlow's face, delicatly stroking her cheek with her thumb.

'You look so much like your mother...' She a dit quietly, sighing, then looking at the mop of thick, dark hair. Her expression became one of slight surprise. 'Aahh.. so The Constable is your father..'

Mary began to approach the house. The baby...

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Enjoy your moments while toi can

Dear Stepdaughter,

For soon

Your world, all that toi love

Will be mine

...

Ichabod fastened the button on the small, white dress, although it was indeed a fiddly job. He held up Harlow in her pretty dress when he was finished.

'My girl.' He a dit softly, tenderly planting a single soft Kiss on the baby's forehead and holding her against his chest.

Walking through the hallway of his home, Ichabod searched for Katrina. Young Masbeth was still abed.

He finally found her in Harlow's bedroom, along with a berceau, station d’accueil that had been shifted out of the way and several...

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'It seems so wrong to leave.' Ichabod said. Katrina was straightening out his jacket, tweaking it here and there. 'But I must do something.'

Young Masbeth hobbled past them, lugging several cases and throwing them into the carriage.

'I only wish you'd let me come with you.' Katrina muttered, looking up at him.

'I cannot have toi in harms way.' Ichabod replied.

'What harm is there?' She snapped suddenly. 'Sleepy Hollow is ridden of it's danger!'

Ichabod cupped her face with his hands.

'Emotional danger, my love.' He a dit softly. 'Like toi just demonstrated.'

He released her.

'Also,...

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This dark place

I remain here with this ..

this ...

unholy being.

It appears to l’amour me

I l’amour revenge.. yet I am starved of such

I will break free

...

Katrina gingerly twisted the ring on her finger, admiring it as it shone in the morning light. She tilted her head back.

'Lady .. Katrina .. Crane.' She chanted, relishing her new title.

'Oh!' She felt the funniest of flutters in her stomach. The child she was carrying was having a good déplacer round.

Katrina eased herself up from her chair, proudly thrusting her stomach vers l'avant, vers l’avant and glancing out of the window, hearing a carriage.

'An excellent...

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The room was comfortably warm, pleasant even. Katrina sat beside a window, not far from a cackling feu within the fireplace. Her hands crossed across her lap, gazing out anxiously, awaiting word. All she saw were trees and a thick mist, the sky dimming into sunset.

There was a light tap at the door, which startled the young lady. She did not answer, but waited for the door to creak open. Which it soundly did, Sage stepping in. Holding a mug of water in his hand.

'Me' father reckoned toi might be thirsty, miss.' He a dit somewhat shyly, not stepping further than the doorway. 'Yknow,...

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Deep within the run down once home, lay a deceased black cat with one white paw infront of a sooty fireplace. It's fourrure still intact and flesh even warm, it hadn't been dead long. The fireplace before it was tall and looming, long since abandoned along with the home.

There was a twinkle within in the ash, a glimmer. It leaked like liquid lead from the soot and slowly slid along the floor, toward the dead feline. It slid along, finally reaching the body of the animal and seeping underneith, the fourrure soaking up this strange, Supernatural substance like a sponge would water. The cat's...

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'It's your daughters'?' Mrs. Everest chimed in, stepping over and glancing over Ichabod's shoulder at the tiny bootie. 'How can toi tell?'

'Because my wife bought it for her.' He replied bluntly, letting his look linger for a moment then tucked the vêtement into his black waistcoat.

'Your wife?' The woman slightly stressed the word, having not even thought about the constable's other half. How she must be feeling, the stress she must be going through. She knew herself a mother's crave for her baby, and how she would feel if her Anne had been taken. Ichabod had failed to even give...

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The carriage thudded and rocked. Katrina kept thumping and shrieking at the walls of the inner carriage until she grew tired. Eventually, and completely unintentionally, she fell asleep. Dried tears making strands of her hair stick to her face.

After what seemed to be forever, the carriage door opened. Mary peered round the carriage door at the sleeping Katrina, Harlow in arms.

'Aww. What do toi think? Should we wake her?' Mary uttered to the baby. 'No? I didn't think so.'

She turned on her heel with a smirk and glanced at the coachman.

'Carry her into the house. Do not wake her.'...