“The gift of flight will come at Walpurgisnacht,” Granny Magda tells me. “We will travel airborne upon our besoms to the Brocken. You will then learn of your blessings, all the goddess has deemed to give you.” “What will they be, my blessings?” I ask impatiently. I have waited all of my sixteen years […]

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