[It wasn't an answer she'd quite been expecting- one that made her expression grow slightly dark. The segregation, the rumors, the violence... it was not so different from the stories she'd grown up on.
The witch trials. The hatred of the unknown, the magical, the different.]
... perhaps that doesn't change no matter the world.
[Maybe it was a thread that connected them all- the nature of the mob.]
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The witch trials. The hatred of the unknown, the magical, the different.]
... perhaps that doesn't change no matter the world.
[Maybe it was a thread that connected them all- the nature of the mob.]