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Boiled Bones and Black Eggs

My aunt the roasted chicken to the table and laid it out in front of Lord Ning. It was an excellent supper, and I had helped her with the roasting. I knew that it was good, and at first, from the way Lord Ning started to wolf it down, tearing the chicken with both hands, I thought we would soon be rid of him.

The inn is a place where the dead get of hand if they aren't placated, honored, and fed.
The Red Honey Witch

Goodwitch Vidya looked up at her, just once, and in that moment Arati felt the great weight of generations press onto her back, the duty of witches long gone. A duty she did not want. A duty she was expected to uphold. She made tea with numb hands, let the woman cry onto her shoulder, and all the while the bees hummed from the cracks in the walls.

But most of all she hated the bees, who buzzed about her head and asked to be let in.
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But most of all she hated the bees, who buzzed about her head and asked to be let in.
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