She stood tied to a post, awaiting her trial that would arrive early morning. She was filled with betrayal, as her husband had accused her of being a witch in front of a large crowd. The only thing worse was she trusted him with her secret. After all, she told him she was a witch.
Technically yes, she could escape. But it would drain her physically and she couldn't go far without being caught.
Her dull eyes watched as you approached her; the one who was supposed to run her trial.
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