Witch Unmade

Sometimes you miss the things that are staring you in the face.

I honestly thought things couldn't get any worse. I was wrong.

Now I'm forced to defend my enemy to protect what's dearest to me. Forced to trust the very thing I've been fighting against.

I can't do this alone, and if I play my cards right I won't have to.

Everything has led to this. All the threads are coming together, and the pieces of the puzzle are slotting into place.

Question is, where do I really fit in?

Contains mature themes.

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Hljóðbók: 16 januari 2024