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... intact prisoner, that was. Because while I saw it as some sort of holding cell, the hag saw it as a pantry.
There we were, a collection of ingredients that could be grabbed with a knife or strong pinching hands. There were about four and a quarter people total, including myself. I sat there wide-eyed at first, looking forward to sitting in the theater on the other side of the mountain. All I could hear was a ringing sound in my ears. It was hard to process.
She looked like a huma ...
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