Windermere settled into his sofa and rested his crutches against the arm. He was tired. He loved his new home, though he refused to admit as much, but it had been designed for someone much younger and so much more agile than he was.
He looked out of his window at the witches' house. He smiled. In the corners of his room, the shadows swirled. In the corners of his eyes, the shadows thickened.
Under the bed in the room directly above his lounge, a dark spot was spreading across the floor.
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Puddlebrain
AdventureWhat good is a witch without her magic? Puddlebrain, Gemini and Edna are witches. Unfortunately, after an incident with the mayor and a family of silverfish, they've all lost their magic. When a sinister shadow begins to abduct the villagers and th...
