Fifteen
The Burning
Autumn 922 MC
Albreda wasn’t sure how much time passed, but when they finally came for her, she knew this was it—her final day. Six men entered the cell. Four stood guard, watching her closely while the last two removed her shackles, replacing them with rope. They pulled her to her feet, pushing and prodding her to move, but she fell to the floor after taking only two steps.
"Get up!" shouted a guard, kicking her painfully in the ribs.
She struggled to stand, but her weak condition made it all but impossible.
"Grab her arms," the guard ordered.
Two of them grasped Albreda’s upper arms, hauling her to her feet, their hands digging painfully into her biceps. She was shuffled into the hallway where a robed man waited, a Holy Father by the look of him. He gestured at
