No, that sort of thought comes from the devil. You murmur a quick prayer for forgiveness, and you struggle--though not too hard--to forgive the merchant. You ride on. Enter. You peer at the hard, worn faces of your neighbours--people you've known all your life. Is she a witch? is he? Once such a question might have seemed ridiculous, but everyone
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