It is the middle of the day. I am at the market to trade a few supplies. This is when i see him for the first time. He is riding into our village, his eyes are scanning his surroundings, nothings escapes his eyes. His reputation of a merciless witch hunter preceedes him. When our looks cross, his eyes are ice cold. I know what happens to women who are supposed to be witches. I must avoid him at all cost. He stops in front of me. "Woman,where can i find the witch?"
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