forty nine
The witches of black forest had an unexpected guest. And the welcome party was an elder. The two sisters stood across from each other. Both smiles. Both grown up. Both clearly ready to let go of the past. And the older clearly had to speak first. “Sister,” Rain said. Her grown up voice wasn’t very different. Just a little deeper. And a lot steadier. “How are you?” “Sister,” Rema replied. Her grown up voice was noticeably different. And she didn’t have to explain why. She was no more the little girl all by herself on the other side of the blue lake. She was among others like her. Elders who were her teachers. Girls her age who were friends and rivals. Younger girls who looked up to her as their favourite mentor. All of it adding up as her life experience. And showing in her voice, tha
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