I've written a scene in medieval England. It is a person in the modern era, travelling back in time by acciently being sucked through a portrait in his house. The painting has been past down through his ancestors for five-hundred years. Basically, where this scene starts is in a rural village, where the town have witnessed the execution (hanging) of a man suspected to be a sorcerer.
The crowd are backwards and evil -- throwing stones at the accused before his impending doom. This prisoner is
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