I quietly sauntered inside, there was nothing I could do I had to take her or risk being hung instead for “working with a witch”. I entered the living room and glanced at grandmother Hazel, she looked nothing like a witch with her flowy cloud grey hair and radiant smile. The only thing remotely witchy about her was her walnut brown, taurine eyes. But It was a normal feature in the family and nobody else was looked at as a witch. “oh you’re back Leif what did mrs cook need” i paused for a moment tears welled in my eyes, i felt like I didn’t have the heart to tell her. I sighed and decided to tell her “ you’re… being accused as a-a witch” she looked sorrowful “ I knew this day would eventually come” she uttered.
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