The Witching Stars

The Witching Stars

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This world is full of evil. It takes no sight, nor sound, nor taste, not even smell to acknowledge it. You feel it in your bones. It’s in the land; in the air… it’s in the people. Those very people, call me evil incarnate. How can I be evil, when all those around me commit crimes I have never done? There is no blood on my hand. No glint in my eyes. Yet they call me a deceiver… or in other tongues… a demon. Some days, I find myself wondering why? Why all this hate? Why me?
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