Listen to me. You burned her. You heard me? YOU BURNED HER! You tied her to the stake. You watched the flames climb. You called her a witch. You called her death justice. You thought that was the end of Maren Splids. WELL, LOOK AT ME NOW. Four hundred years. And I'm still here. You changed your robes. You changed your titles. You changed the words you use to hide your crimes. But you didn't change a damn thing. You still silence. You still bury. You still protect your own. You still think no one is watching. I AM WATCHING. You burned her. BUT I'M STILL HERE. You buried her name. BUT I'M STILL HERE. You thought the fire would finish me. FOUR HUNDRED YEARS — AND I'M STILL HERE! I know your games. I know your tricks. I know how power hides behind a badge, a title, a signature. I AM MAREN — AND I CURSE YOU ALL! I curse the hands that sign the papers to lock the truth away. I curse the mouths that lie in meeting rooms to save their own skin. I curse the modern judges who look at the evidence and choose to turn a blind eye. I curse the boards, the departments, and the cowards who hide behind procedure. I curse every single one of you who calls your complicit silence professionalism May your modern offices feel as hot as the fire you lit in Ribe. May your clean records and official names rot in the dark. You thought time and bureaucracy would wash the blood off your hands. YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT AGAIN. I am Maren Splids. You burned me once. YOU DON'T GET TO BURN ME TWICE. And this time— I BROUGHT THE EVIDENCE.
