Mary jumped as an iron door slammed shut behind her. Her heart hadn’t calm since the word “Guilty,” rang in her ears. She knew exactly what that meant – rot in a cell or death.
“What are you in, dear?” Someone said, “Witchcraft?”
“Y-yes,” Mary answered shakily.
“Join the party, most of us have been here for weeks, if not months. Time runs different here.”
“By the way,” a male voice said to no one in particular, “did you hear? Someone died today, after 3 days of torture. Poor lad.”
Hearing that, Mary sank onto the ground and began to weep.
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