#HumpdayChallenge Week 13

…and they shall call me Tracey 
An ebony carriage sprinted through town; the rhythmic pounding of hooves on cobblestone announced her coming. She had much to do. These so called Christians were nothing more than trollops and scoundrels awaiting the key to unlock their debaucherous souls. She held those keys. They may all be blinded by His light but the glitter of cheap booze, easy money and fast woman will easily turn them to Her and that is all she will need.

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