Witch

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The woods were my home.

For as far back as I could recall, I had always taken solace within their filtered light. The earthy smells, the solitude, those were things I craved. I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in the heart of the forest and forget the world around me.

It was little wonder that the locals began to speculate about me.

I lived with a spinster aunt at the edge of the forest in an old Victorian farmhouse. She’d inherited it from her parents long ago, and while she no raised cows for milking, she did maintain the barn and fields. I helped her with her gardens, and with the housework, and in return she allowed me to keep a horse.

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