Sheri

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She who was a part of me, she could not just disappear. Aye, for certain, she was a heavenly creature now. And I, too, believed that God possessed the power to send angels to walk here amongst us. How could such life—such love—disappear? 235Impossible, that it could be extinguished—smothered—by earthly death.
The First Witch of Boston
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