I am terrified. My clothes are saturated with the rank humidity, my sweat, everything that would slow my step over the damp autumnal leaves reddened by the rainfall and the incoming night.
And then I see it. In the distance. A hovel. The door is slightly open. It reveals nothing but complete darkness within. I know instantly it is the dwelling of a witch. A child-killing witch. A demonic ogress.
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