A Witches Final Moments

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The stale air clung to my skin, leaving goosebumps and fear. The sky above shot bolts of cackling light.I could slowly feel my feet leaving the ground, becoming as much a part of the wind as the air. I was a witch, and any minute the mob would be here to hang me, but at least my last moments would be with my true family. The elements.





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