Wolfs Right
“Stop drinking, Gramilla. Striking the bowl with the broom handle, Ingelda snorted. - My granddaughter needs help, you will have time to laugh later. Let's go, she beckoned. The Supreme is waiting.
Descending from a low embankment, the witches surrounded the ritual stone - a huge boulder, rough and cracked, in shallow ruts filled with black, caked goo.
The Supreme was sitting a little to the side on an old stump, proudly lifting her chin and looking out from under thin eyelashes:
“Show us the seal,” the witch ordered, indicating to come closer to her. The right eye, covered with a whitish film, turned in the socket and continued to observe those present, while the left looked directly at Mel
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