@margerybayne.bsky.socialLeigh buckled the urn into the backseat beside her.
“The hell?” Rory said when he caught sight of it in the rearview mirror.
“Well, I wasn’t going to put him in the trunk,” Leigh retorted.
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@margerybayne.bsky.socialThey call me a soul-stealer. A corrupter of children. A sorceress. A monster. They exaggerate it like bedtime stories, a fable to twist me into a malevolent force, a demon shadow in the forest...
@margerybayne.bsky.socialThe witch’s cottage was picturesque with its colorful garden and the lace curtains hanging in the windows, but Adelaide was sure it wasn’t going to stay that way for long.
@margerybayne.bsky.socialSomehow people always came to entreat the Witch for help at the most inconvenient times. Today it was after supper. She had just sat in her favorite rocking chair to give her weary bones a rest when a frantic pounding at the door forced her to get up.