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The Witch’s Trial

A hooded figure dragged Amber through the mob. They shouted liar and spit at her. The figure forced her to a wagon, headed for the centre of the gallows.

CAIR

The CAIR faked a jab and right hooked me so hard I flew backward, right into the dumpster. Pretty sure my jaw shattered in pieces.

Energy Transfer

Luna sipped cold tea, waiting for the man she’d been planning to kill all her life. She laid his picture on the table—the same picture she’d had for over twenty years. Would she recognize him?