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Chapter 20: All Hope Abandon, Ye Who Enter Here!
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2021-10-19 20:23:12The following day after they had the he-goat for mutton, Maria set off again to the crag to the witch’s garden. She had to keep her promise to the witch or else they would behest the seraph, or any of the witch’s creatures, to search and destroy her existence.
The cool morning had made all the cocks crowed around the hillside. The sun was rising but the clouds were dense and the sunbeams formed a silver lining on the duplicitous stratocumulus. Maria had told her parents, “Mother, Father, I’m going to help out a woman at the west side of the craggy hill for a few days. The he-goat broke her omnium-gatherum and I have to pay her by helping her out in her garden.”
Maria made a long story sho
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