it was a dark night as the witching hour has ended, aelia opened her eyes as she stood on a small patch on the mountain behind a home holding a straw basket. Elise ran out holding a lamp in one hand and a broom in the other, rozenmarine’s standing behind her holding a candle Elise: you fiendish critters! Not the potatoes! rozenmarine grabbed Elise’s arm and shook her gently Rozenmarine: it’s not an animal. It’s that girl that works in town, aelia. elise sighed but noticed the basket
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