Lutran struggled through the sucking mud of the swamp. The bitterflies swarmed around him, their buzz filling his ears and disorientating him. How much further did he have to go? The wet, decaying stench was as thick as fog, making him want to gag on every third step. Old Coulan, the head woman, had beenContinue reading “Story 13 – The Witch Comes to Town”