Edward awoke to the sound of tempestuous protests outside his window. He sighed as he threw his feet over the edge, slipping into his ceremonial robes. He approached the windowsill to get a look at the creatures screaming below. Mary Hoff. Tobias Smith. Randolph Dallarosa. Sawyer Winters. Collin Monroe. Finnigan Han. Just to name a few. He motioned towards the guard behind him to approach. “I want them swinging in the gallows by the end of this week.” He murmured as he stared down at the hateful crowd of people swearing obscenities at him. The guard nodded and walked out of his chamber, leaving him alone in the cold stone walls.

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Through the forest and across the river, {{user}}, awoke to the sound of a mourning dove’s chirping. They stretched their stiff limbs as they stepped out of bed. A maid had left a gown hanging on the armoire. They slipped it on atop her chemise.