After the witch died, we thought it was safe to explore the haunted grove. Little did I suspect, however, that the old hag had found a way to cheat death. I found myself turning into the witch as she must have looked when she was eighteen years old. My head filled with all of her magical knowledge, and also with the certainty that my former neighbors would kill me if they laid eyes on me. I would have to use all the dark arts, and all the charms of my new body, to keep myself safe.
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