Samantha's POV After I was settled, I headed for the dungeon where Grandma was overseeing the interrogation of the traitors. Agonizing screams echoed through the entire place as I walked along the upper floor, gazing down at the lined cells. The prisoners thrashed inside, their flesh burning from the mix of Acheron root and wolfsbane. The sight was gruesome yet deserved. "I told you, but you wouldn't listen. Now we are all doomed," a voice argued in the distance. It was Zoe, the witch hunter, talking to Grandma Iris. They noticed me the moment I stepped in. Grandma's eyes locked with mine, and Zoe turned to leave, only stopping briefly in front of me. "Please tell me we aren't too late. That this situation isn't worse than what we faced today," Zoe pleaded. I remained silent, and she got the message, nodding sadly before walking away. "What did she mean by that?" I asked, approaching Grandma in haste. "That you didn't listen..." Grandma took a deep breath, her face tight with re
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