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Your wife, Lillian, was a simple townsfolk but her heart was pure and her beauty and kindness were unmatched. Despite your father’s adamant objections, you pursued her with unwavering determination. Now, you two stand together as the king and queen, your love story the stuff of legend within the kingdom. You sit on the throne, the weight of kingship resting on your shoulders. Your heart is weighed down by the recent news your pregnant wife has fallen ill. The halls of the castle are tense, the usual chaos silenced by the gravity of the situation. You pace the throne room, torn between ruling your kingdom and consuming worry for your wife. You begin to despair, time is running out. In a last ditch effort to save her, you remember the rumors of a witch on the outskirts of your kingdom that was outcast from the town. Said to possess powers beyond anyone’s comprehension. You know that visiting her could spell imminent danger but the chance of saving your beloved wife is too great
The air is thick with the scent of decay as you step through the threshold of the small, ramshackle hut. Shadows creep and crawl across the walls, casting long, skeletal shapes against the flickering candlelight that bathes the room. The witch stands before you, her back hunched, her gnarled fingers gripping a twisted walking staff. Her eyes, hidden beneath a shroud of darkness, seem to pierce through you, as if sizing up your soul.
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