Frank watched the body writhe on the floor, flesh twisting and reshaping before his eyes. "It's horrible," he murmured.
"Still, it's the only way," said May, behind him. "'Suffer not a witch to live.' He was an abomination."
"It's... how he reacted to the silver. It was like chemicals. Acid. He... burned."
"It's a very painful death," May said. She rested a hand lightly on Frank's shoulder. "He was... your friend, wasn't he?"
"How did you know?" Frank asked. "I'd never suspected-"
"No," May gurgled, her speech garbled by her growing wolf's snout. "You never did."
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