CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
THE WITCHFINDER ( iii. )

Calliope can get used to being cold.

The assassin has camped out on many winter nights as snow coated the ground around her. She's been so cold she couldn't feel her limbs—numbness in every vein until her very blood was icy. However, something about being in this depressing cell with soaking wet clothes, alone, makes her feel colder than ever. Maybe it's the fact that she can only sit and wait while Aredian goes after Merlin and Gaius, and probably Morgana too. Or maybe it's because she's so angry at herself for hesitating to get rid of him when the opportunity was presented.

If she gives into his demands, she'll only be cursing everyone to his trap. He'll never let anyone go who he believes to be guilty, but Calliope would be lying if she said she hasn't considered confessing in a desperate attempt to save those she cares about. The rational part of her brain, though, knows her confession wouldn't actually save anyone. It would only condemn her to a fiery death with Gaius and Merlin right behind her.

Still, she has nothing to keep her company except for her thoughts, even when she tries to shut them out. Uther has ordered for her to have no visitors under any condition, so she might as well just talk to the mice running around her cell.

When she hears quick footsteps coming closer, Calliope stands up and conceals her hair pin in her palm. Four guards stop in front of her cell, and she quirks an eyebrow at them.

"What's going on?"

"The King has ordered for you to be brought to the council chambers."

The guard unlocks the cell while another one clasps handcuffs around her wrists again, "Really?" She asks.

He shrugs, "It's just a precaution."

"A lousy one," she mutters as they shove her towards the stairs.

The guards stick close to her as they move through castle corridors. Two have a constant grip on her and the others have their hands ready to draw their swords. Calliope squints as harsh sunlight bleeds in through the windows. She had grown used to the darkness of her cell.

She's not surprised too see that everyone has gathered in the council chambers again. Prince Arthur is on his feet the second he sees her being dragged through the doors, his eyes scanning her body for any injuries, but his father grips his shoulder, giving him a pointed stare and shaking his head. The assassin manages a small smile, hoping it keeps him calm enough not to do anything rash for the time being.

I'm fine, she mouths, and some of the tension seems to fade from his body as he sits back down on his throne. Moments later, right after Calliope is forced to stand before the King, the doors open again, revealing Aredian dragging Gaius with him. The physician looks terrible, equally drenched in cold water, chest heaving as Aredian forces him to his knees beside Calliope. Anger boils in the pit of her stomach as she sees his condition, but the Witchfinder looks as confident as ever. Calliope considers burying her hair pin in his neck right there in front of everyone. It'd almost be worth it.

"Confess!" Aredian yells, keeping a tight hold on Gaius's tattered tunic. "Confess." He orders once more.

Gaius glances at Calliope, and then, he looks over his shoulder at Merlin. The assassin knows where this is going. Aredian likely threatened Merlin, and Gaius made a deal with him to save the young sorcerer, but it won't do any good. The Witchfinder will never stop.

"I-I am a sorcerer, Sire," Calliope closes her eyes, inhaling a long breath. "I am responsible for conjuring the smoke. I'm guilty of practicing magic in Camelot. The goblin, the faces in the well. I-I am the sorcerer who conjured the toad from his mouth."

Uther stands, absolute betrayal and hurt on his face, but Aredian moves on to Calliope, and she shakes his hand off her shoulder, "Don't touch me."

"Don't you also have something to confess, Calliope?" The King turns to her, and Arthur holds his breath. Calliope's expression is stone cold, giving no hint as to want she could say next. "Well?"

She swallows, keeping her eyes forward, "I have nothing to say."

"You're clearly not pushing her hard enough, Aredian," Calliope clenches her jaw. "You have my permission to do whatever is necessary to uncover the truth."

"Father—!"

The King's eyes flash to his son, "Must I remind you again that this matter is not up for discussion?" Arthur shakes his head, looking to the blonde, but her eyes give away no emotion, and Uther steps forward, shifting his focus to the physician. "You have betrayed me, Gaius. Betrayed your friends, and above all, you've betrayed yourself." Calliope can barely hold onto her restraint. In an instant she could unlock her cuffs, take out Aredian and anyone else in her path, and make a break for the door. "By the laws of Camelot, I must sentence you..." The King trails off, struggling to pass his sentence. He has to look away, "To death."

Calliope lets out an angered breath as Aredian shoves Gaius forward, "The sorcerer will be purged of his magic by means of fire! He shall be burned at the stake tomorrow at dawn!" Two guards come forward to grab Gaius. "Bear witness and heed this lesson."

The physician is dragged away, and Merlin cannot contain his anger any longer. He steps out of the crowd, charging towards Aredian, "You're a liar!" Before he can get to the Witchfinder, Arthur grabs him and begins taking him out of the room. "You're a liar!"

"I'll deal with this," she hears Arthur say, and then he glances to Leon. "Look after Cal."

Sir Leon nods, and walks to the assassin before anyone else can get to her. She stands as his hand wraps around her arm.

"Take the girl back to the interrogation room," Aredian orders. "I'm not finished with her."

There is hesitation present on the knight's face, but Calliope leans close to him, "It's fine. I can handle him."

"Please tell me you have a plan," Leon murmurs, leading her out of the room.

The lock clicks on her handcuffs, "Well, plan A was to just kill Aredian, but now that is more complicated," they walk through the halls until they come to the stairs that lead down to the dungeons. "If I run, I just look guilty."

"Tell me what I need to do," Leon pulls her to a stop halfway down the stairs.

"Just find a way for Merlin to see me. He might be the only person who can get me and Gaius out of this."

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If there's one thing Calliope knows for certain, it's that Aredian is playing a losing game with her. His intimidation tactics are nothing worse than facing Sepharin or the blood wraiths, and brutality has never scared her. His gruesome torture tools—many of which she has wielded before—are child's play at best. And his growing frustration only makes everything easier for the assassin.

She yawns as she sits strapped to the chair, and Aredian paces in front of her, deep in thought, "You are desperate, aren't you?" The Witchfinder doesn't answer, but Calliope knows to keep poking. "How does it feel to have a failure under your belt? 'Oh, big scary Aredian, no one can withstand his horrible torture'. What a joke."

Seconds later, he darts across the room and places his hands on the arm rests of the chair, sneering in her face, "I will find a way to break you!"

"You're nothing more than a fraud," Calliope says, smirking. "I bet if you faced a real sorcerer, he'd have you pissing your pants in less than a minute. I see the fear in your eyes. You like to think people are afraid of you, but you're the one who's really afraid."

"Enough!" The Witchfinder walks to his torture devices and grabs a small knife. He slices the blade across her cheek, and Calliope feels hot blood falling to her neck.

"Ouch," she says in a monotone voice. "Is that the best you've got, old man?"

"Shut up!" he yells, and the knife clatters to the floor. "I need to think."

Though her grin is smug and the assassin gives away no sign of unease, all she can think about is Gaius. Alone, in a dark cell. Thinking this is his last night, and that tomorrow, he will be tied to a pyre. She won't let it happen. If Merlin fails to think of anything, she really will break out of her chains and do whatever is necessary to save Gaius. Where is Merlin, anyway? Has Leon failed to relay the message?

Calliope snaps out of her thoughts as the Witchfinder turns back around, his brows creased and a scowl dragging down his lips. He clutches the knife with a death-like grip, enough to break the handle if he applies anymore pressure. In this battle of wits, it appears Aredian is the one being broken down instead of his intended prey. Calliope wonders if he will resort to painful torture, not to get information out of her, but to hurt her as much as possible before the King hears of his second failure. Her eyes track the movements of his hand as he hovers it over the pliers, and then a hammer.

A sick, demented look glazes over his eyes as his palm wraps around the hammer. Fear spikes and rises in Calliope's chest, but she shoves it down, keeping a neutral facial expression. Break yourself out of the chains and lodge your hair pin in his neck, Calliope shakes the voice away.

He holds the hammer just above where her hand rests. There is a metal clasp above her wrist, so she can barely move her arm. Instead of trying to squirm away, Calliope keeps eye contact with Aredian, preparing herself for the excruciating pain. She goes to that dark void in the back of her mind—a hollow pit of calm nothingness that suffocates anything else trying to survive; any light struggling to break through. Calliope inhales a sharp breath, narrowing her eyes.

"Just get it over with then," she spits.

"Gladly."

Aredian raises the hammer, ready to break her hand, and Calliope braces for the impact. Maybe Merlin will know a spell to heal the bones faster. She'll have to act quick to keep herself from getting an infection.

Just before his arm descends, a loud voice comes from the other side of the hall.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

A breath of relief passes from Calliope's lips.

Prince Arthur storms up to the open door, a group of guards following close behind. His expression can only be described as rageful, which is a lot coming from Calliope, as he takes in the scene before him, including Calliope's gashed cheek.

Smoke might as well be coming from his ears as he marches into the room, grabs Aredian by the collar of his shirt and slams him against the wall.

"Sire, let me explain. Your father gave me permission to do whatever is necessary—"

"Well, he's not down here, is he?" Arthur asks in a low voice. "I am."

"But, she hasn't confessed. My work—"

"Your work with her is finished."  Arthur takes a step back, jaw clenched in anger. "Calliope is innocent, and while she may not be the Red Dragon, she could still kill you faster than you could even blink, so I suggest backing off before I turn my back and let her gut you." Calliope raises her eyebrows in surprise as the Witchfinder sneers and hands over the key. "And if you mention anything other than Calliope's innocence to my father, I might even consider killing you myself. Understand?"

Reluctantly, Aredian nods. Then, the Prince leans down to unlock the metal clasps above her wrists, and the ones at her feet.

"I'm impressed, Pendragon," she says as she stands, meeting his gaze. "That was pretty brutal."

"What can I say? Perhaps I have a bad influence." Calliope chuckles, and when they walk into the hallway, the Prince orders the guards to make sure Aredian goes straight back to his chambers.

Once they are alone near the stairs, Arthur pulls her to a stop, her body only inches from his. The Prince's eyes are pinched with worry as he looks for any other injuries besides the cut on her face.

"I'm fine, Arthur."

"No, you're not," he says, gently, as his fingertips brush the gash. "I should have spoken out more strongly. I shouldn't have let him take you—"

Calliope brings her fingers to his lips to silence him, "Aredian suspected me from the moment he came here. This was inevitable. It's not your fault."

With a sigh, he takes a small step back, "I know. I just hate to see you get hurt."

"It's nothing I can't handle."

"You shouldn't have to," he says in a quiet voice. "You've been through too much already, Cal."

"We both have," she adds. "But, hey, that's what we do right? We look out for each other."

The Prince nods, brushing a strand of icy hair behind her ear, "Always."

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Once Calliope is able to clean the wound on her cheek and patch it up, she's on the hunt for Merlin. He has to have a solution or at least some kind of magical plan to save Gaius from his impending execution tomorrow at dawn.

The castle is asleep, except for a few servants still finishing up nightly duties. Calliope walks through flickering shadows and moonlight cascading in from the windows until she finally arrives at the physician's chambers. Calliope holds her breath, hoping Merlin is inside. She really doesn't want to waste her time going on a wild goose chase for the boy.

When the door creaks open, Merlin nearly jumps out of his skin.

"Cal!" he rushes over, scoffing in unbelief. "What happened? Did you escape?"

"No, Arthur got me out," she answers. "Please tell me you have something, wizard boy. I really don't want to have to resort to my plan."

He nods, "Belladonna. Gwen and I found out that Aredian uses the flower to induce hallucinations, and that's why those girls saw outrageous things and were so afraid."

"Can you prove it?"

"The merchant who sold it to Aredian is prepared to testify in front of the King, but it won't be enough. There's still something I have to do."

Calliope furrows her eyebrows, "What?"

"I'm going to plant more evidence in his chambers. Something no one can deny, and then, Gaius will be saved."

The young sorcerer starts towards the door, "Merlin," he turns, looking over his shoulder. "Just, hurry. We can't lose Gaius."

"I know."

The door clicks shut as Merlin leaves, and Calliope sits down on Gaius's workbench. Her eyelids begin to grow heavy, but she fights against the temptations to fall into a deep sleep. She had barely slept at all the past two days. Not with Aredian interrogating her and Gaius being sentenced to death.

But, soon, the exhaustion is too much on her body. Her head falls to rest on her arm, the room blurs into darkness, and sleep takes over her mind.

The castle is hollow. A deserted wasteland of skulls and names forgotten even by the incantations of the wind. The courtyard is full of open graves—ashen skeletons who didn't even have the chance to run for their lives. Stone walls are caved in, nothing more than dilapidated rubble of a once grand palace. Death lives here. It's made a home amongst the ghosts of the past.

Lightning ricochets above and thunder rolls through the mountains. Calliope walks, disoriented, broken glass crunching under her boots. Where is she? Is this Camelot? No, it feels like an entirely different realm.

She looks over her shoulder as a passing whisper sends chills up her spine, like scattering spiders extending their sticky legs. Shivering, she reaches for her sword, but her hand stops. Calliope looks to where her sheath would usually be to find herself completely unarmed. Panic begins to settle in her mind, and she searches through the rubble.

Calliope leans down to brush away cracked stone, desperate for anything she can use as a weapon. Her frantic hands shove away the debris until she can see the dusty, marble floors, but she freezes when a familiar symbol is staring right at her. Calliope stumbles, falling onto her tailbone as she stares at the crescent moon insignia burned into the floor like a horrifying scar. No, no, no, this isn't real. This can't be real.

"Calliope," the voice is right in her ear. She jumps back, turning her head in every direction.

"Who are you!?" she yells into the deserted ruins. Silence falls, except for the dawning storm. "What does the symbol mean?"  Calliope shakes her head, intense fear of the unknown taking over. "What does it have to do with me?" When the voice doesn't reply, Calliope leans down and grabs a small stone. "Answer me!" Screaming, she throws the stone at the nearest wall.

"Calliope," The voice is clearer this time. It's a woman's voice.

The assassin turns, and her heart nearly stops when she sees a dark void appearing and stretching like a doorway. She backs up, stones clattering underneath her feet as she sees an obscure figure stepping through.

The woman is covered in shadowy whisps. Her eyes burn an intense amber, and her skin is ghost-white. Two axes are strapped to her back in a crisscross pattern, and dried blood expands from the side of her head to her eyes like war paint.

"Who are you?" Calliope asks again.

Calliope's eyes fall to the woman's neck, where an identical necklace lays cloaked in the shadows, "Time."

Calliope furrows her eyebrows, "Time?"

"Time is running out," the woman says.

"What does that mean?"

"Those who live are always forgotten. In death, you become eternal," the woman starts walking backwards.

Calliope steps after her, "No, wait—!"

"Shadows are your home. You will always be drawn to the light, but you can never reach it," Nothing is making sense. Calliope can't even tell if she's awake right now. "The Wolf is searching."

"What—"

The woman is barely visible, "Let him find you."

Calliope gasps as she nearly falls off the bench. She frantically looks around, relieved that she is no longer in that hellscape. What an odd nightmare. It felt so real. And the crescent moon symbol...could it be a coincidence? Her mind playing tricks?

She twiddles with her thumbs, wincing when she feels a burning pain in her palm. Calliope looks down, and her heartbeat spikes. There, in the center of her palm, is a small moon burned into her skin. Shit, that definitely wasn't just a dream. What the hell is going on? As if she didn't already have enough problems to solve right now. Calliope chews on her lips, thinking back to the woman's words: Those who live are always forgotten. In death you become eternal. Shadows are your home. You will always be drawn to the light, but you can never reach it. The Wolf is searching. Let him find you.

None of it makes any sense to her. The death and shadows part could be referring to her being an assassin, but that doesn't feel right.

Whatever, she'll have to figure this out some other time because... Shit—

"Merlin?" Calliope charges into his room, but it's completely empty. "Merlin!"

Where could he be? Calliope looks out the window to see the sun beginning to rise. No, Gaius is set to be executed at dawn.

The door flies open, revealing Gwen running into the room, "Gwen, where's Merlin?"

"I was hoping you've seen him," she says with wide eyes. "We don't have any time left. The guards are going down to get Gaius!" Calliope runs her hands through her hair. "What do we do, Cal?"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Calliope kicks the table. What are they going to do? Could they make a case against Aredian with just the Belladonna? Just before Calliope suggests a crazy, outlandish plan, Merlin bursts through the door. "Bloody hell, Merlin! Dramatic timing as usual, huh?"

Breathing heavily, he closes the door, "It's done. Everything's in place."

"But it's too late. Gaius has already left the dungeons."

"Then..." Merlin throws out his arms. Calliope motions to her sword. "No, we're not murdering anyone, Cal!"

"Then make a better fucking suggestion, Merlin! Gaius is about to be burned at the stake!"

"We'll have to delay the execution," Merlin says.

Gwen furrows her eyebrows, "How?"

"Arthur," he replies. "I'll speak to Arthur—"

"No," Calliope says. "Leave Arthur to me."

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The mood in the courtyard is somber. A wagon pulled by a black horse holds a large cage where Gaius sits, the rattle of his chains echoing. There is a clear path to the pyre, and a lit torch rests nearby, ready to set the hay underneath aflame. The King stands above everyone on the balcony, accepting yet another life lost under his harsh judgement. But this time, it isn't just some unlucky citizen. It is a lifelong friend, but he will not stop it. His heart is cold and corrupted with fear.

He can't stay to watch his friend burn. The King turns and makes his way to the castle, wiping Gaius's bloods from his hands as if this execution isn't even happening. Calliope can barely focus on shoving through the crowd because of her sheer anger. At Aredian. At the King. At anyone involved in this.

The Witchfinder leads Gaius to the pyre, and he is tied to the stake.

"Easy there! Show some respect," Calliope hears Arthur's voice, but she can't see him. There's still so many people blocking her path.

"Get out of the way!" Calliope snaps, and a few step aside. Time is ticking by, and Calliope literally shoves bodies out of her path. "Arthur!" she finally sees him. "Arthur, you have to stop this!"

She stops beside him, and the Prince looks away, "I can't, Cal. You know I can't."

"So, you'll take risks to save me from Aredian, but not Gaius?" Calliope asks with raised eyebrows. "Merlin has proof that Gaius is innocent."

"My father has already passed the sentence. There's nothing I can do."

"That's bullshit! You can do the right thing, Arthur Pendragon. You can show some trust in a loyal friend, or you can stand here and watch an innocent man die," Calliope breathes heavily as he looks at her. "It's your choice." But if you don't stop this, I will get to Gaius no matter what.

The Witchfinder grabs the torch. The flames are jumping near the hay, and some people start to look away. Calliope's hand falls on her sword. She prepares to draw it—to fight whoever she has to fight.

Aredian begins to lower the torch. Calliope's sword inches out of its sheath—

"Wait!" Arthur calls out, just in time.

Calliope's arm relaxes at her side, and she nods at Arthur in thanks.

Now, all she has to do is hope Merlin's evidence planting worked, and Aredian will be the one finding himself hovering above flames.

No, Calliope won't let the fire claim him.

The Witchfinder is hers.

She meets his eyes as they walk back to the castle—a look of his impending doom at her hand, and Aredian tears his gaze away, swallowing thickly. Arthur's threats may have forced him to claim Calliope's innocence, but he knows the truth. He knows what she is capable of. And he's on her bad side.

Everyone has gathered in the council chambers once more, and Uther sits on his throne, chin resting in his hand. Merlin is brought before him. All eyes are on the Prince's servant, awaiting this proof he claims to have. In the back, the man from the shop who promised to testify before the King lingers, as well as the three girls who were given the Belladonna.

"Sire, the witnesses saw nothing but hallucinations induced by the Belladonna in these eyedrops," Merlin holds up the small vial and hands them to the King.

Uther looks to the three girls, "And you bought this Belladonna from this man?" All three girls look to the merchant and nod. "Where did you get it from?" The King asks him. For a moment, the merchant hesitates. "Don't be afraid. No harm will come to you here."

Finally, the man speaks, "The Witchfinder. He gave them to me."

"Did he tell you what it was for?"

"No. Only that if I did not sell it, he'd have me burned at the stake."

Uther looks to Aredian, "How do you answer to these accusations?"

"They're absurd," he shrugs, trying to seem indifferent, "The boy has clearly concocted these lies in the hope of saving his master."

"Then you won't mind if we search your chamber, will you—"

"Silence!" Uther demands. "You have no authority here."

"Father," Arthur steps forward. "Let's settle this once and for all," he walks down the few stairs which lead to the thrones, stopping beside Merlin. "If what Merlin says is wrong, he must bear the consequences. But if there is some truth to what he says..."

All eyes fall to the Witchfinder. He has no choice but to agree, "I have nothing to hide."

Calliope and Merlin exchange a quick look, subtle grins lining their lips, "Well, let's go have a look then," the assassin states, motioning to Aredian. "After you."

A large group of guards accompany them to Aredian's chambers, and they don't waste any time rifling through his things, dumping out his luggage and ripping the bedding off the mattress. King Uther stands by the door with Morgana and Arthur, not saying a word, as Aredian twitches nervously. Calliope is ready to kill him the second they find the evidence because he will certainly try to run. She wants to beat everyone to it.

The sound of trays clattering to the floor and glasses breaking fills the room as the guards continue to pillage through Aredian's belongings without letting up. Clearly growing more and more worried they'll find something, Aredian breathes out in annoyance.

He turns to the guards, "You're wasting your time."

His attempt at persuasion fails. No one wants to see Gaius die, and they are all desperate to find anything which could stop this execution. Prince Arthur scans the room, noticing a cupboard on the other side which hasn't been opened yet.

He extends his hand, "Check that cupboard over there."

This is it. That's where Merlin planted the evidence.

Calliope holds her breath, and the guard pulls the cupboard open. He has to jump back because tons of amulets fall and pile onto the floor. The same kind he 'found' in the physician's chambers. Hidden behind the amulets lie rows of the belladonna bottles, and nothing can stop Uther from seeing the truth now.

"These things don't belong to me!" Aredian exclaims as he walks to the cupboard. Calliope draws her sword. "This is a trick. That boy and the assassin plot against me—" Arthur also pulls out his weapon, but Aredian stumbles, making a choking nose as he heaves over, soughing.

Is he about to vomit? Calliope backs up as he gets closer, struggling to breathe and gagging. Then, the Witchfinder pukes up a big, green, slimy toad.

Calliope hits Merlin's arm playfully, "Nice touch, wizard boy," she whispers with a small laugh.

"Sorcerer!" Uther yells, drawing his blade.

Aredian moves fast. He has Morgana in his grip with a dagger to her neck before anyone can strike him down. He backs away towards the window, "Aredian, think carefully about what you are doing. You will never escape Camelot alive," the King says.

Yeah, not if Calliope has anything to do with it.

"I will if you value the life of your ward," he warns, trying to put distance between himself and those with swords pointed at him.

All of the chaos distracts everyone's from Merlin's spell. No one notices his eyes flash or the metal heating up on Aredian's sword, giving them just enough of a chance to get to him, but as he cries out in pain, the Witchfinder stumbles and trips over a wooden chest. He falls back into the window, and it completely shatters, sentencing him to his fate.

Calliope and Arthur rush to the window and look down at his body as blood seeps around him, but while Arthur turns around to check on Morgana, the assassin swears she sees Aredian's right hand twitch.

She smirks. It's not over yet.

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Dying groans drift towards her. Calliope convinced all the guards to get the civilians away from the scene so she could get a closer look to make sure he's dead. Well, he's definitely at the brink of death with several broken bones and a fractured skull, but somehow, the Witchfinder is still breathing.

Calliope stands over his mangled body, cocking her head to the side. His eyes track her movements. He tries to speak, but no words come out. Only blood pours from his mouth.

The assassin crouches, blocking any guard's clear view of what's about to happen. She reaches to her belt, wrapping her palm around the handle of a small dagger. Perfect for a quick death.

She hovers the dagger over his face, "Listen to me very carefully. I could end your life quickly, or I could carve you up slowly. You are an expert on torture, remember? So I'm sure you're familiar with these tactics."

"W-w-What...d-do..."

"Oh, no don't waste your breath yet," Calliope says. "What do I want? Well, it's simple really. Tell me what you know about the moon symbol, and I'll cut through an artery in your neck," she places the knife on his pulse point. "Or, I could let you suffer as long as possible."

Aredian gathers all his strength, "Its...dark magic," he manages, barely, "dating back...to the origins...of the old religion."

"What else?"

"...believed to be..." Aredian gasps. "the mark of death," his eyes fall to her necklace. "the necklaces...they open doorways to Hell."

"How?"

"I-I...don't....know....I swear. That's all...I can...tell you."

Calliope breathes in frustration and nods. Then, she makes a small, clean slice in his throat, standing up and waving the guards over as the Witchfinder takes his last breath.

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things are slowly being revealed, ahh!

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