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The Forgotten Witch

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Ember Crowe is a 395 year old witch. Although she is really, really old, she takes the form of a 23 year old woman. She used to be the best known witch in the world. One day, she just disappeared. Nobody ever heard from her again. Usually, people were terrified of witches during her time but most people weren't afraid of Ember. She was a special witch. Not many witches of her time knew how to hide the things Ember was hiding. She was a White Witch. She worshiped nature and the Gods and Goddesses. But at the same time, Ember was a Black Witch. Ember cursed people and killed people in her many years of survival. Her mother was hung in Salem, Massachusetts. Her father, on the other hand, he died a tragic death. It wasn't really tragic at all. Ember killed him. That's when she learned she was a witch. Ember killed him on purpose but she never told anyone why. The year is now 2017 and people are talking about Ember again. A group of kids then summon her. What do YOU think will happen after?Todos los derechos reservados

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