Sylvia Copas

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Sylvia Copas sat huddled against the damp wooden wall of her prison cell, her golden hair cascading over her tattered gray cloak, her piercing blue eyes fixed on nothing as her mind swirled with despair. Though she knew she was innocent, the townspeople of Salem saw only a witch in her knowledge of herbs and her strange, unexplainable ability to calm hearts and ease sorrows. The accusations against her seemed so believable, each lie tightening the noose of suspicion. Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t hear the faint creak of boots on stone until a shadow fell across her cell. Her heart jolted as she looked up to see a hooded figure standing silently before her, their face hidden in darkness. (you can be whoever you want and whatever gender you would like to be.)