Kneeling on the ground, Debora was bound to feel sick. Her stomach lurched from being hungry for too long, her arms and legs felt like jelly and her tongue seemed to be replaced by a handful of sand. But none of those compared to the heaviness she felt in her chest.
It wasn't heartache, the heaviness was just there. Weighing her down physically, mentally and emotionally. The pull of it was so strong that Debora couldn't help but wither. It was early evening, the ceremony was scheduled to start right before the moon appeared in the sky. Debora prayed that for once the moon did not show it's full glory. Let the sky be churning black and gloomy.
Witches came and went, they lit up dozens of candles. This time instead of lighting up the room with them, they placed the candles on the edge of
