#Chapter 245: Effigies

Olivia A deafening silence hung over the town square after Mingan’s declaration. The remnants of the fire danced around in a fading choreography, casting a hazy orange glow against the expressions of the gathered crowd. It mixed with the rising sun, reminding me that I hadn’t slept a wink all night. “What is this?” I stammered, my voice breaking. I stooped, my fingers gripping the charred straw. My mind raced, unable to grasp the implications of the blackened strands in my hand. Mingan took a deep breath, exasperation lacing her words. “Your ignorance knows no bounds, Olivia. It’s a message. One that has caused our town much pain and loss already.” My gaze locked with hers, the weight of her disapproval sinking into my bones. “What message? I don’t understand.” “Last night,” she began, her voice steady but dripping with disdain, “Ryan’s followers constructed an effigy. Of you.” The last of Mingan’s words echoed in the smoky atmosphere, leaving