Witch on the Run

 

It’s tough having magic powers nowadays. Even here in England. Even under the rule of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth. In fact, it may be worse now than it ever was. If she’s beheading Catholics, I’m sure she would be fine throwing some witches into the pile. We used to tell stories of Merlin and King Arthur, but we’d best not tell those stories now.

I felt hopeless for the longest time, but then I heard of a place called Stonehenge, where it was said, in hushed tones, some witches might be hiding out. Until I got there, I had to struggle to keep my magic under control.

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