a cure for the common block

One Son

Jeriah marched alongside his father; he was too young to carry a torch, so instead he carried a satchel full of stones. They reached the town square where the witch was already bound to a post with bonds of rope doused in Holy Water; she showed no pain, but Pastor Frey warned them not to be fooled and assured them her skin was burning. The Pastor recounted the crimes committed by the sullen woman, and sentenced her to be stoned to death and her body burned to ashes. Jeriah, prone to drifting off while the pastor spoke, stared at her and for a moment felt a twinge of doubt, until she made eye contact and a chill struck his spine as her soul transferred into his body.

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