It was already being phased out, but my father prioritized eradicating it.

[ For reasons that are, perhaps, obvious. Anyway. ]

It went well enough. I found the culprit and sentenced her to a life of exile. No one would acknowledge her in town save her daughter - the woman who'd come to my father for arbitration - and no one would be allowed to burn a death offering for her.

[ Sentenced to be a living ghost, basically. ]