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In the heart of a dark and deep forest, a crowd of villagers gathered in a seemingly gigantic hay of bonfire. They were furiously yelling, cursing, and throwing pebbles on the hay as if it was the most detestable thing ever existed in the world.
"What are you dilly-dallying for? Kill the witch! Kill her!"
"She might cast a spell and kill the fire instead!" they continued screaming.
Minutes later a man with a patch on his right eye ambled in the middle of the crowd. With him was a bundle of hay and a lit lamp. In an instant, everyone went silent in anticipation, waiting. Meanwhile, amidst the deafening silence was a frightened sobbing. The wood that served as the backbone of the mountain of hay barely waved from side to side. As the man with an eyepatch walked closer to the hay the
