The Witches Legacy
None of us could.
I felt like I was suffocating, my heart beating erratically, every breath harder to take than the last. But the worst part was knowing there was nothing I could do. Nothing to stop the witch, nothing to save Simon. I was trapped—helpless.
The witch, as cold and dispassionate as ever, surveyed her work with satisfaction before she disappeared into thin air, vanishing just as suddenly as she had arrived. The room seemed colder without her presence, but the terror and grief remained, lingering in the air like a poison.
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