Prologue
A young woman drew back the gates and silently walked through the quiet town of Sleepy Hollow.
She passed the midwife and her husband, the redheads playfully talking with one another. And there's the town Magistrate, Philipse...was it? The blonde glanced at the Notary and Reverend. Everyone returned her glance with curious stares. She was the only new face in this small town.
On she trudged, up the winding pathway to the Van Tassel Manor. It was impossible to miss, practically the center point of the entire area. She eyed the scarecrow filled with straw, and smirked at its characteristics.
The woman neared the manor and stared blankly into the deep wooden doors. She held her breath as she lifted her hand to the door's surface. The rhythmic knocks rang through the house, she could sense it. She stepped back, and clutched her bag a bit tighter.
Within a moment a strongly built man thrust open the doors. "Good day, what can I do for you, Miss?" his heavy voice echoed.
The young woman looked down at her bag, before replying. Her brilliant blue eyes pierced him. "I'm here to care for your wife, Sir. I'm the sick nurse, Mary Archer."
