As soon as she heard this, Wynter dashed out from the door before anyone could react. She moved

fast, grabbing a wooden stick nearby. Her eyes were cold and fierce.

A crowd had gathered in the alley. All of them were neighbors who had just returned from

the market.

“What’s going on here?”

“They’ve come to find Margaret Yates, saying she had caused someone’s death.”

“It can’t be.”

“Why not? Traditional medicine is hard to tell.”

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