also i seriously was off by two whole days
(neko gets the blame for this.)
The day was finally coming to a close, much to the relief of everyone - the sun had seemed to slow as it passed over, dragging the day out to nearly three times its normal length.
Well, almost everyone. The villagers had come together against the man they suspected the most, and despite his protestations, they dragged him to the middle of the town, hanging him from the main building, where the Shapers once ruled from. He begged up till his last breath, until the air was choked from him, leaving him kicking - struggling - and, finally, motionless.
A search of his body revealed nothing, though. What few belongings the refugee had showed him to be a wholly unremarkable person, just another casualty of the war ripping across the lands.
They had killed one of their own.
Night 2
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