Once again…welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely, and leave something of the happiness you bring.
Bram Stoker, Dracula
Dari and the Witch
The cottage seemed to spring out of the rocks on the hill, a mythical sentinel guarding the way to the grassy pasture at the foot of the looming mountains in the distance. It was constructed in the old ways from timber and stone with a high pitched thatch roof and porch with decorative spindles that needed a fresh coat of paint 20 years before Dari’s time. The wild rose bushes hid the muddy foundation with thorny bursts of petaled color in yellow, white, and red.
Dari noticed the potted flowers along the railing were well cared for. It was a good sign. She could see how this house could be hard to find. It blended into the hillside with only a seldom-used path to…
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