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The old woman stood in the forest glade under a bright waxing moon. With the knob-end of her broomstick, she traced a circle into the ground. One by one, she pulled the objects from a burlap bag: a lock of hair, tied with a pastel blue ribbon, a feather from a crow’s wing, an oldContinue reading “Ragtag Daily Prompt: In the Circle”