When the town discovered what she was, they chased out the witch, and she was forced to hide in the sewers.
Rather, she thought bitterly, they decided she was too inconvenient to pretend she was just some old woman with herb lore anymore. The Good People of a town couldn’t suffer a witch by daylight, even if they begged her for help by moonlight.
Next time, she would be less free with her hexes. But for now, she would have her revenge.
Hiding among the rats and the refuse, she began casting the spells that would mark the village’s doom.

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