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Play 884
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Ongoing, First published Dec 29, 2025
A witch with anxieties encounters a soldier, both have their own agendas. Clementine has to protect her village, while he needs to eliminate his target, the witch terrorizing humans. She agrees to help him find the witch in exchange for a truce, so no other witch comes to harm. 




"I wish this would be a story where there'd at least be a change after a tragedy. But nothing will change, even after your death, no, it will repeat itself eternally. And we are stuck, living like we're in a play, a play where only faces change, but roles are forever constant. And we can never hope to escape."



This is my first story and english is my third language, so correct me in the comments if you see any mistakes. I hope you will enjoy it.
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