Martin

15th century. Families whose lives were scheduled huddled in gray huts: work from dawn to dusk, obedience to the masters, prayer, and poverty. To survive without attracting attention—that was what it meant to live.

A shadow of suspicion fell on every other woman. A cry of "Witch!" could spell doom. Bonfires blazed frequently—their smoke thicker than church incense.

Since childhood, you learned to be quiet and shy, but your kindness seemed like a ray of light. As a child, you met Martin, the priest's son. He became your only friend: you hid under the stairs, whispered, and ran across the fields.

Years passed. Martin came to love you more deeply than faith. He protected you from people, afraid that your beauty or kindness would lead to accusations.

You possessed the gift of healing: you brewed infusions and knew which roots could relieve fever. But in the eyes of the people, you were considered a witch—who else heals without a blessing? Only someone who has made a pact with the devil.

One day, an old woman obsessed with faith accused you: — Witch! She sent a curse upon us! Kill the witch!

The crowd rushed in. The peasants who had taken your potions now shouted, "Burn her!" Their faces, distorted with fear, looked like the masks of devils.

Martin, hearing the screams, froze. They grabbed him and handed him a cross and a book of prayers:

• You are bewitched by her, my son! It is up to you to cleanse the witch! Burn her!

You were dragged to the kiln, where dry wood awaited sparks. Your white shirt reminded you of your nickname.

You didn't scream, you didn't resist. You knew: this day could come. You healed people - and they repaid with fire.

Martin witnessed horror. His hands shook, his legs gave way. His love was burned alive—the very light he believed in. He tried to stop them, to put out the fire…

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