The Witch's Bottle
Now, however, it was back to reality and I wasn't sure I could take it.
"So are we clear about what's happening here?" she asked abruptly.
I nodded. I felt like I was being scolded by some private school nun.
"You know," she said, "I learned something a long time ago. It's a quote from a book I read while in college." She walked over to the bookshelf set deep in the ornamental wood behind her desk. "I still read it, one of my favorites." She shuffled for a moment before pulling out a leather bound book worn from handling, seemingly ancient. "It's not very popular, but an excellent read, especially when I come across someone like you." She flipped through some pages, sat back down and looked
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