She was not altogether surprised when she found a deer, gutted of its entrails and strung with a garland of flowers, on the cave’s doorstep one humid summer morning. I don’t think of you as a kid. I was supposed to do the same, but I didn’t. Lucy crouched by the side of the grave, her head in her hands, rocking back and forth. “She found my collection of witchcraft books under my bed and threw them away. Somebody to depend upon her; somebody to have need of her, if only for a little while. Her patience was waning fast. They were horrible people. They've paid for their lodging.
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