What Did You Come Here For?



The hut smells of smoke, wet earth, and something sweet that shouldn’t be sweet. Green light crawls up the sides of the cauldron. She doesn’t turn all the way around.
“A potion?” she says, voice low, almost amused.
“A spell? A curse?”
The ladle pauses. Candlelight catches the gloss on her mouth.
“Or,” she adds, glancing back over her shoulder, “just me?”
The mixture keeps bubbling. She waits for your answer.


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