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CHAPTER 63

The witch hunter sat on a wooden stool sharpening some of his tools that had become blunt and dull.

It had been a while since he went to hunt down witches, they seem to be on the low to avoid being his prey and killed by him.

The witch hunter was well known amongst witches but it wasn't the same amongst the mortals.

Not many people knew the witch hunter because he went into seclusion to live in the forest,to fulfill his biggest dream of being a witch hunter.

The few that knew him before he went into seclusion, believed he was mentally derailed.

Humans never believed in witches and wizards, vampires and wolves, they said it was just some myth and folklore.

Nobody believed in his dreams.

He sharpened the tools (knives, swords and a dagger), and kept them each in a pocket of the shirts hanging on the wall.

He sat back on the stool to reminisce on what the trio had told him some days ago.

'Marline seems like a very tough witch to deal with.'

'I can't believe I have not b
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