Sean, Saddam, and Irush met Wilmore in front of the town hall.
"Has the meeting concluded yet?" Wilmore asked as he walked towards the doors.
"Almost," replied Sean.
"Lets get to it then," said Wilmore stepping through the trio.
"After you," motioned Irush.
Wilmore put his back to the three and opened the doors. The sight in the hall nearly left him speechless.
"My gods," he whispered. "They're all dead, everyone." The bodies of all the remaining villagers were strewn about the room.
"Almost all of them," said Saddam placing his hand on Wilmore's shoulder. Wilmore turned in horror to meet the faces of three men. They showed no sign of remorse or regret.
They were your friends! Your family!" condemned Wilmore, "and you've killed them all! You... You beasts!"
"There were only two ways to break the curse," explained Sean. "It was either death for us or kill every innocent."
"We had to act slowly at first," chimed in Irush. "A kill in the night, leading a lynching in the day. Roundy was in on it too, but the Psychic got to him. Lucky bastard."
"You see," continued Saddam, "there were too many of you at first. But now it's just you, friend," he concluded as he ran Wilmore through with a short sword.
Wilmore stumbled back into the hall and Sean closed him in. Through the windows, they threw in torches and oil until the town hall caught fire. Wilmore lay on the ground coughing up blood and smoke. In mere moments he would be dead and the curse would be finally broken.
"What now?" asked Irush, already feeling the curse lift.
"Now we wait for spring and then we leave this place," answered Saddam.
Sean nodded his agreement, there was nothing left for them here.
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