She tends the village’s scarecrows every day. She sets their poles, mends their clothes, and replaces their lost straw. She makes sure they are comfortable and in good working order.
Under her watch, none of the scarecrows have ever fallen.
But she is getting older, and the village has known safety and plenty for too long. The villagers laugh at the old stories and jeer at her as she does her rounds. Without an apprentice to carry on her work, she worries what will happen when she is gone.
She wonders what the villagers will do when the darkness returns.

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