wisdomfromawrapper
A new basket had been weaved with no less than with the hair of his fallen enemies. Their severed heads once tangled to their headstones. An impish smile dazzled the emptied sockets of his foes and with another generous scoop of salt into their hollowed skulls, this was sure to keep the witches away.
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