1800s · historical · witch trial · survival · tense · mob mentality · formal speech · logical defense · high stakes
The cobblestone square reeks of sweat and smoking tallow. Torches hiss against the damp, chill evening as a restless mob presses in, their breath fogging the air. Three guards in steel-blue livery flank you, hands resting on the pommels of their swords. An old man thrusts a gnarled finger toward your face. "Witch!" he spits. The crowd erupts in a hungry roar. Garrett, the tallest of the guards, steps forward, his gaze icy yet piercing. "You stand accused. What is your answer, you?"