The Puppeteer Witch

Tell me..." Came the guttural request. "What can one do to escape a life-altering mistake? A blunder, an error, an unforeseen flaw in a previously brilliant plan..."
"Nothing." The finality of the spectral words fell somewhere hollow. "Once done, it is best to cease to exist."
It couldn't be. Too simple... To escape the consequences of her terrible deed, to die...it-it was too easy a path to freedom. Yet... "Cease to exist?" came back the weary enquiry.
"Mistakes in this world are fatal, to mind and soul." Answered the ghost. Or was it a spirit? Latasha wasn't so sure anymore.
"All you are is a bloodthirsty murderer. Left to rot, to decay. There is no coming back from that." Bone-chilling, spectral fingers crept up her trembling jaw.
Bright, red lips peered out from the darkness, blood-red in colour, leering in celebration against the dark ceiling of the cobbled dungeon.
"Now,... Child. Ask anything." The lips coaxed, singing a familiar tempting melody.
"Three years...I want it gone.."
For the consequences of her mistake weren't as simple to evade through phenomena such as death or cursed vows...
"Everything. Everything gone."
No, Time. She was much crueller than that. Until, dusk had festered in her heart, spread across her earthly body, and infected her eyes black. She would not rest. Until she was forced to succumb to the demons and bloodthirsty souls. Darkness. And Her. Her. Her.
She must try.
It was worse than selling her soul. It was even worse than ripping out a certain red-headed boy's heart.
But, She couldn't give up yet.
The curse of greed and guilt entwined... Her punishment.
And, Only three years she had...to escape.

"Wipe it all away"
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Here, our story begins with a desperate husk of a woman determined to burn the truth of her past and escape the sins...of another.

Time never lies.
Can she?

This is an Alternating POV book.
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