The Witch's Tale

The Witch's Tale

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When I was a child, my grandmother always tell me stories about mystical creatures, such as fairies, werewolves, vampires, mermaids, giants and witches. I was fascinated by it, so every night I sought to hear it before I go to bed until the day she died. I hated my mom when she said that everything Lola told me were just creations of her mind, nothing about it were true. Therefore, I swore to prove it, that they exist. But as I grow old, and became a doctor, I am convinced that they are just bedtime stories meant to tell kids. But how can I explain these things I see. Beautiful creations of God besides humanity. Mermaids swimming in the warmest sea, And the most beautiful witch in front of me. Genre: Fantasy, Adventure, Romance
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