The Witch Who Hunt Witches
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Last published Tue, Mar 26, 2024
Who Says Series #1: Who says a witch cant hunt witch?
'Traitor!!!' They screamed at her.
Celeste bowed her head then her body start trembling, she look at the witches-her fellow sisters 'I'm sorry...'she said softly then a psychotic grin broke in her face 'But I'm not sorry at all.'
'How can you hunt your own kind??!!' One of them asked.
Celeste look at them with boredom and her grin stretch into serene smile.'
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