Chapter Twenty Eight
“There’s something holding you back. What’s it?” The man asked looking at the girl. “I don’t know.” She said and looked up from the picture in her hands. The man now held the doll, but he wasn’t stoking it. He placed it on the table and rubbed his palms together. There was no time. “Talk to me, Sarah. I’m your friend? “She used to call me a witch. She said I was cursed and these things I do are demonic.” “Minenhle is gone. You don’t have to worry about her anymore. You’re safe here and she’d never get to lay her hands on you again.” The man said taking the picture out of her hands and setting it on the table. “Where is she?” The girl asked innocently. “She’s far away from here.” “She said I was possessed with evil spirits and she locked me up always.” “Okay, Sarah, you need to get
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