Until a Witch Dies - Meg Raspberry's One Year Left to Live
Everything began with a single declaration. "You're going to die." That was the first thing my master said. I, Meg Raspberry, an apprentice witch, was just informed that— "In one year." —I will die. It was one in the afternoon, a quiet study. The sky was clear, and the clouds drifted lazily in the breeze—an utterly peaceful day. ...
Everything began with a single declaration. "You're going to die." That was the first thing my master said. I, Meg Raspberry, an apprentice witch, was just informed that— "In one year." —I will die. It was one in the afternoon, a quiet study. The sky was clear, and the clouds drifted lazily in the breeze—an utterly peaceful day. And yet, out of nowhere, those words were spoken. My reaction? "Pffft!" I spluttered. "What are you talking about, Master? That's a terrible joke to spring on me." "It's not a joke. You're destined to die. In exactly one year." Master said it so nonchalantly, flipping through her papers as if she were discussing the weather. The only sounds that filled the silence were the ticking of the clock and the chirping of birds outside the window. I'm going to die? In one y
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