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Six Sentence Sunday

This Sunday, let's go back in time...

My eyes widened as she continued to chant, her words clear and desperate, sending a chill down my spine, and I knew then what she was. A witch. A dark one at that, and now Sadie was in her clutches. All my fault, I thought with tears in my eyes as I looked down at my dying friend.

“Spirits of those yet to come,

And all that have passed,

I give thee life to aid my hate,

Let them suffer this awful fate.”


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