The cottage was full of cobwebs and dust. The windows were grimy, mould grew in the pantries, and mice lived under the floorboards. Lucy wished she had visited more; this was no way for an old woman to live, even if she did have magic.

The people from the village had been helpful; they tended to the body until Lucy arrived, helped with the funeral arrangements. And now all that was left was getting the house in order.

Lucy got to work cleaning it up. There had always been a witch in these parts, and now it was Lucy’s turn.

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