You do not really believe that you are a witch. But you feel alone and afraid. You want the whole ordeal to be over. You think it cannot be very serious. 

Deep under the courthouse, they lead you to a cell. It is dark, cold and damp. Only a small grated window high up on the wall allows in a bit of sunlight. It smells of manure and rotting vegetation. Mice and bugs hide in the straw that covers the floor. Sometimes, cries of pain come from outside your cell.

Cold, frightened and hungry, you sleep poorly.


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