A Witch's Cottage
Arthur looked strange to me for a moment as he continued to stare at Marina, but she just smiled softly at him, then turned to head down the small path towards the house. There were scattered mushrooms and lush ferns on either side of the well-worn stone path leading up to the front door, and as she opened it, a soft chiming of bells trinkled out. I noticed as I closed the door behind us that they were strung on the door knob from within. It was very cozy inside, with warm wood planked ceilings expanding across the open space. Half was a large front room with a wall of wood shelves full of old world books, journals, crystals, plants, and other knick knacks. The far wall was completely made of the stone from outside the cottage with a huge fireplace from an old world time where people st
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