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The Witch
The night stretched longer as things became heavier around us. It was filled with tension from the consecutive conflicts that rose around us. The air felt constricted as if everything was started to fall apart. The bonds we had started to severe and were barely holding together. Sophie left us and joined the rest of the captives that were huddled together. She had made her decision, the same way that we had made ours.
“I hope she tells no one about our plan,” Sebastien said as she stared at Sophie from our place.
“I think she won’t…I trust her.” I looked at her tiny body slumped against the tall tree. She had her back turned away from us. I wonder if she was crying, maybe she is. But maybe not because of us leaving but because of our selfish decision.
“Do you think that is still important right now?” He turned to me with a concerned look, “whether you trust her or not?”
I stayed quiet because I know it doesn’t change a thing.
“You trust her bu
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