Creepy. That is the only word that describes the witch. silver flowing hair draped her proud shoulders and in her pale white hand she held an apple that seemed to radiate power. Her mouth was curled in a smile that whispered death without moving and her eyes, on look into those killer slits and you would never forget them, they would haunt you day and night and reflect the deepest darkest shadows of your past. Her flowing dress reached the ground and she seemed to hover like death. What did it remind me of? What was that I could feel?
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