105. Because I can't forgive

Elora Redwood

The witch arrived that same night, cloaked in a gray robe that looked like it was made of mist. The guards backed away the moment they caught her scent — a mix of sage, earth, and dried blood. Myrwen was as old as the black trees of the forbidden forest, and her eyes, cloudy and w...

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