The Footfalls Within

Solomon Kane gazed sombrely at the native woman who lay dead at his
feet. Little more than a girl she was, but her wasted limbs and
staring eyes showed that she had suffered much before death brought
her merciful relief. Kane noted the chain galls on her limbs, the deep
crisscrossed scars on her back, the mark of the yoke on her neck. His
cold eyes deepened strangely, showing chill glints and lights like
clouds passing across depths of ice.

"Even into this lonesome land they come," he muttered. "I...