saw her kill my father, Sigmund. She made me watch.”

“What?”

I nodded and bit down on the inside of my cheek to keep the tears back.

“Why?”

“She said I needed to understand. But it wasn’t just my father. It was all of them. She brought them to a cellar under the shed at the back of our property. Called it her cleansing room.”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“Tell you that I watched my mother murdering and mutilating people? Why do you think? Barely a day goes by when I don’t give it at least a passing thought. She would torture them for days. Said she was purifying them for her Lord. Our legacy. I didn’t know what she meant at the time.”

“That’s crap.”...

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