The Witch's Countdown

the girl remembe

The room smelled of old wood and damp earth. Shadows flickered against

he room, wrapped in th

l hands pressing against the rough planks. Her hea

he voi

are a

rner of the room. A woman stood there, tall and thin, wrapped in a

rl asked, her voice b

into a slow, eerie smile

llowed. "Why

iling over the wooden table beside her. "You w

hivered. "

the bundle on the floor-the baby.

nitted together. "

mile widened.

m. The girl's heart pounded. S

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