Day Six, First Moon, Hunting Year Five Hundred and Four
Jacob Wilder didn't come to school today. Mama's worried that I made him sick for real yesterday. She says she doesn't know what that would mean for us. I didn't tell her that I said "Curse Jacob Wilder," in my head and in this journal. She doesn't need the extra worry. Mama made me eat too much salt again just in case I needed to offer some kind of spiritual recompense for him to get better. I vomited again. My chest feels funny, like I ran too fast, and someone is sitting on top of me.
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Another very short entry, but that makes it easy to flip through when you're in line at the grocery store...Thanks for reading and for bearing with me as I get used to this platform!
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FantasíaLike every other girl in her village, Kyla has been taught to ward off curses with the right concoction of herbs, but when a new plague falls upon the village, the elders begin to hunt for the witch who caused it. Kyla becomes the next target after...
