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The Penance

Once upon a decrepit autumn night, a gust of wind kissed the face of a grief-stricken Kwei. She clutched her child’s ashes and walked down the snowy pathway. The moon’s blood red gaze was her only ghostly guide through the dark night. Every witch dreamed of this moment, and Kwei refused to flounder it. The leaves crunched under her boots and the air was getting thinner and colder. Kwei was arriving at the precipice of the mountain. She smiled.