Most people would not freely decide to settle down in a bog, yet this witch thought her bog to be a paradise.
According to her, there was a certain ancient magic that was especially plentiful in marshes, eager to be manipulated by any witch that came along. And she was more than willing to oblige.
You could travel up there to ask her for help with any conundrum, and she'd be more than willing to listen to your problems, too. You'd leave clutching a vial, or maybe a trinket or artifact; some token that would fix your issues.
As most travelers, you might find yourself disappointed, as the token would rarely do as you expect.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
