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“ You smell different today. ” Edith mentions as she opens the door for me.

I stay rooted in my spot, refusing to step inside a witch’s hut where it’s darker than the rest of the world.

Her experienced eyes take me in, wanting to figure out why I am here. That’s one thing I like about this specific witch—she never asks questions. She knows what I want and why I want it, always.

Her lips form an O as her eyes land on the mark over my neck. It’s now visible to everyone. Anne has marked me a