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“Lynches happen. Every day – don’t they, village?” And now Sally’s voice was stronger as she addressed the group, who one by one heard her words, their vote power still in hand.
The villagers were unsure who to listen to this day, and accusations would soon be flashing in their hands. “Kill the most suspicious,” they all said, advancing.
Sally gave a soft shake of her head. “No,” she corrected. “++Sally.”
It was an odd phrase, and for the moment it brought everyone up short. Besides, what was Sally’s plan this time? Where was the trap? “I don’t think I quite understand that," one of them said.
Sally held her vote still but she was smiling more deeply now. “I’ll be only too delighted to explain.” It was four against the five now. One day left. (There may not even be that. She did not know. He could she know it would work?)
Slowly, carefully, she began to talk....
(And I'm going to make you all wait until my morning for the rest.)
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Fenris bookworm.
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