Little Witch
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Last published Thu, Sep 16, 2021
'For you, little witch' is the message on the small piece of paper that is accompanying the blue quartz necklace. As soon as I read the message, my fingers release the small wooden box that contains the jewelry.
How does anyone know I'm a witch? The only people that I have told are my parents and my therapist, who don't believe a single word I'm saying. No one really knows that I, Raven Redd, am an actual witch.
Well, there apparently at least one person that knows...
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