Madame Margot faced her new tribulation, her trial, with grace. Perhaps because she licked the algae growing on her prison cell wall. So… not graceful. More like catatonic. One jailor said, because she was licking cell walls, she was stoned. (And you wondered where that saying came from.)
She figured Fate had dictated she be caught for witchcraft. Never mind she considered herself an old fraud (with an accidental conversation with the otherworld here and there) - the judge and jury had quickly condemned her.
The latest hit wearing off, she looked up. Her rich patron stood there. Dare she hope?
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