A witch's heart
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Ongoing5m
Last published Tue, Nov 5, 2019
Grandma used to tell me stories about potions,wands and black cats but, she won't let me come to the 'room that smells like amber', but one dawn when grandma was a sleep I peeped into the room and that's when all my bedtime stories came to life....
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