Mind Games

RECRUITED... I have never known anything but the quaint legacy of Candleshire. As Mrs. Larkley would put it, "a homestead of community where everyone knows everyone". I never prepared myself for a stranger in our midst. Someone who wouldn't knock. Someone who wouldn't stay for tea. Someone we wouldn't see at all. But someone who would leave a most peculiar footprint. You've never seen anything like the silent brand I awoke to, marked by some stealthy artist in the night, tattooed without a whisper for something not of my making. I would like to say I didn't wake up one morning victim to a stranger's unleashed conspiracy, harnessed for unknown treachery beyond my capacity. But it would be a lie, if I still belonged to a world in which lies carry any weight. ....OR REDEFINED?