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The Devil comes Calling by Anne Wilkins

 The full moon beckons.   It is time. I rise from my bed, gather my basket and head for the forest. My sisters will be waiting. There are tales told by the villagers that witches live in these woods. They are not far wrong. We don’t live in the forest, but we congregate, in secret, every full moon.
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 The full moon beckons.
 
It is time.

I rise from my bed, gather my basket and head for the forest. My sisters will be waiting.

There are tales told by the villagers that witches live in these woods. They are not far wrong. We don’t live in the forest, but we congregate, in secret, every full moon.

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