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Wails filled the air.

Pained anguished cries of women.

Selene lumbered angrily and sat up. Must her agonies came to the world again to further hang her?

Selene heard the treble cry again, making her grasp her hands at her cognizance.

She was scarified as she went to the window. Pulled open the drapes and looked down.

There was a large crowd.

One that went as far as the open fields.

Selene snappily dressed in a simple mask and left her room. Her slippers clad bases taking her precipitously to the crowd. The guard by the edge of the field bowed and held her hands. Leading her fluently through the crowd. He stopped her by a gravestone table.

She cringed. A head lay by her bases.

She turned to the guard who stood beside her and held onto him forcefully. Her breath escaping her.

The guard demurred the disassociated head down, no mistrustfulness trying to ease her torture by being close to it but it repulsed her the more.

" May I take you to the manor house my lady?" He offered
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