Memorial For The Hunter & The Witch

The sky was a slate grey, the clouds thick with mourning. A light breeze whispered through the treetops of Bellaflor, rustling the silver leaves and sending specks of pollen adrift like floating fireflies. Clusters of witches in rows, all dressed in cloaks of deep indigo and obsidian black, had gath...

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