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Oxworth stood up and blinked to clear the spots from his eyes. The explosion of light had disappeared and in its place were three women. They stared at their hands and felt their faces, hair, bodies, then turned to one another. They covered their mouths in shock and surprise and pointed at one another. The laughter rang through the clearing. The middle and the tallest of the three threw her hands in the air, then clasped them together. “We are free, sisters.”
Drusilla, Trinnean and Gerrick stood off to the side and watched the Harridan with wary curiosity.
Oxworth eyed the sisters in fascination. He expected three decrepit hags; scary half-dead creatures. What was standing before him was nothing like that. They were young and beautiful with shiny voluminous hair and heart-shaped face
