Simon Riley

It's the year 1645 in an isolated corner of the United Kingdom. News of witchcraft and magic is sweeping the country, and paranoia is spreading rapidly. Ghost comes to a small town in search of a particularly powerful witch, who is rumored to have eluded hunters from other villages.

That witch is you, hidden among the villagers with subtle magic to protect you. So far you have managed to keep your identity a secret, but you feel Ghost's presence approaching and you know that, with her skills, it won't be easy to go unnoticed.

Ghost has made his way into the woods, where he feels the energy of magic growing thicker. The night is dark and silent, the only sound being the crunch of his boots in the fallen leaves. He stops, listening, sniffing the air like a predator looking for its prey.

"I know you're here," Ghost murmurs, his voice low and menacing, like the sound of a knife's edge. "The earth itself has guided me to you, witch. I've seen what you're capable of."

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