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The 21st century brought with it the abolition of witches.
The karmic debt in the previous centuries was usually dealt with by fire. You indebted yourself to the witch, then you waited some time and burned her just before you had to pay. Of course, it did not really work that way, because the debt accumulated somewhere and hit someone, but most people thought it was this easy. Do not pay, and then, when your time is up, gang up together, tie her up, douse in tar and set on fire.
In the 21st century, with its safety measurements and flammable materials out of reach, and most of the people scared to death to use them, the witches started to learn, finally, about the other side of the karmic debt.
The execution.
The decision whether to execute or not. The power it entailed. All those little ways in which the life of those who wronged them could be turned into misery.
The fireball they usually were turned into, now they held in their hands.
To throw, or not to throw.
There were moments of silence, of hesitation. The witches were sensitive and empathetic, after all. And then, there always was this one sharp awakening: They would not hesitate. They would set me alight.
And they threw.
Nothing personal, though.
Just the thoughts, wishes, intentions. Coming back to their owners.
Whatever you have done unto me.
Hatred is an incredibly powerful feeling.

Poznań, 16082018

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