Chapter 22 The White Witch Sentence

SAFFRON.

I ran.

Branches whipped my arms raw. Thorns shredded the hem of my borrowed skirt. I didn't stop. I couldn't. If my bare feet stopped moving, my brain would catch up, and the crushing reality of what I’d done would drown me.

The woods swallowed me whole.

It grew darker, the thick canopy...

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