“You were one of them before, weren’t you?”
There was just.....something about this one, about this woman standing over the foxgloves, that just didn’t sit right with her. It’s not like she was uneasy, but she was almost cautious. Some of them didn’t like talking about their lives before they turned. She smelled like her kind, had that distinct lack of heartbeat, but there was almost this spark about her, this feeling of...Elmira couldn’t quite put a finger on it. “A witch. Forgive me if you don’t like to talk about it.”
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