My hand slipped from his wet collarbone and fell heavily into the freezing mud.The terrified, desperate look on his face blurred as the darkness dragged me under the freezing water.I did not hear his frantic voice begging me to stay awake, and I did not feel his hands pressing against my ribs anymore.The violent thunderstorm fading above me was suddenly replaced by the deafening, bloodthirsty roar of a massive crowd.I plunged straight down into the darkest nightmare of my first life.Cold, unforgiving rain pelted against my bare shoulders as I knelt on the rough, splintered wooden planks of the executioner's block.The heavy hemp ropes bit deep into my raw wrists, rubbing the skin away until I bled.I could smell the cheap, sour ale on the executioner's breath as he adjusted his grip on the rusted iron axe resting near my knees.Thousands of nobles jeered and spat at me from the towering gallery of the public square.They called me a traitor, a witch, and a murderer while I wept f
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