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Month: December 2019

For the child

Inspired by a coworker’s wonderful Halloween costume this year… I must kill Snow. For me, and for the child growing inside me. The huntsman will regret his betrayal. He will never know his baby, his daughter or his son, and he will soon understand why I am believed to be a witch, though I have never pretended to understand how such power flows through me nor claimed to have mastered it as an art. It…