#shortstory
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I heard them bring her in, a cell down the corridor from mine.
Sarted the same way, noise of carriage wheels on cobbles, clanging of locks, creaking of doors chains dragging on stone, protests of the accused.
"...the hell am I supposed to put her? She needs an apothecary, not a prison!"
"...oh really? How much you going to give me of that? Nope, didn't think so!"
Rest of the discussion was quiet, a negotiation of sorts.
"...BEFORE breakfast time, no later. Go and get your cursed reward. If any of my men or prisoners die because of her, you'll be paying me for the trouble!"
More sounds of argument, then the doors closing, locks put back in place.
"...sure it's her? Why's she down here?"
"Of course, they found her wandering about by the shore, little bit full. No space in the vagrant cells so stuck her down here."
"Good good. Shame she didn't drown, the trouble she's caused."
"You'd best be right!".
"Yep, sure. Here we are, bring me the key when it's done. I've only got it for an hour."
I heard the lock in the door, opened and closed, then hurried footsteps.
What fate had he allowed the poor woman to face? In spite of myself, I listened...
"There you are, my little flower. Not so tough now, are you? No spells or magic to save you now, eh? All those people you hurt, livelihoods you wrecked, widows you made, and it's me who's here now."
"Too late for that now." His voice was almost a whisper. "Look at me. You're going to know it was me who put paid to your schemes, witch. There we go. Say hello to Tom for me, I know he'll be waiting."
"See you in hell, foul creature." Then a clatter of metal on the floor.
For a moment there was silence, then he muttered, his voice full of surprise. Another pause, then a noise of pure terror.
I heard him struggle with the lock, then drop the key. A pause, then a roar.
It was like nothing I'd ever heard, from something of a size I couldn't fathom.
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To be continued...