A Thousand Sickles Fell On Them (Drakon Apocrypha #C3)

Apocrypha of the First, Chapter III

I dreamt of fields covered with dead frogs.

“Kill a frog, kill your mother,” said the witch.

How many times is my mother dead by now?

I am not afraid of the witch. She started coming to the settlement, after the fifteenth night. She never gets very close; she stays where the parsnip field ends, and the forest begins. Another slender standing figure among the beech trees, watching me. She is the only living being that has come so close since the priest.

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