50 Ways To Kill Your Neighbor

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“Witch! Witch! Burn her!”

I grabbed a broom to escape, but it was too late. They’d come prepared, ropes flew, one caught my dress, down I came, and darkness closed in when I hit.

The cold of the water brought me to. The ducking stool first then. Down I went, and up, gasping for air. Down again, and up. And again, and again. Suddenly, the rope gave, and I was loose. A reed? There! The last of my breath drove the water out, and my dress held me down. Slowly I worked my way downstream, away from the mob. Goodman Willson so nearly found me, but I conjured a pike onto his toe and down he went. The river caught him, he couldn’t swim, and as he went down for the third time, I summoned the harpies. There is justice in the afterlife.

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50 Ways To Kill Your Neighbor