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She hated them all- nobles for their yawns, guards for their glee, and children for their fascination. Alixia's bound hands twitched. While a hooded man slipped rope around her neck, she imagined them all burning. If their fears would kill her, she wished she could justify them first. Somewhere, behind the crowd, something roared. Alixia's brow furrowed. Before she could see the reason for people's sudden panic, however, the support beneath her feet dropped. Green lightning flashed over her head. The witch fell… ...and did not stop until her body thudded against dirt. She had a moment to roll and see charred rope dangling before ever

Most people, upon discovering a haunting or trespasser in their house, would abandon the home or find some way to force the intruder out. Rosalyn welcomes the company. She and her visitor have settled into a comfortable routine by the start of August. That's how she thinks of it- her visitor: the unidentified something that shuffles around the attic at night, never stealing or breaking, but moving the odd item while she sleeps. She's taken to setting a biscuit with butter and apricot preserves on the coffee table for it as part of her nightly routine. On the eighth morning, it brings something to her. Rosalyn peels away her sweaty sheet an