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It all started after that woman moved into the woods near the village. She was hunched, wrinkled and was often seen collecting roots. The villagers feared she was a witch. Of course I told them they were mistaken. I thought I would be friendly, extend the hand of kindness.
I should have left after the first knock when she told me to, but no, I was stubborn and kept knocking.
And now, here I am.