In a matter of seconds, the witch's facial expression had changed from confusion, to disbelief, to fear. She whipped around to face the owner of the shrill voice that had called to her and instantly shrank back. Every nerve told her to run. If one cared to look, they could see that the usually confident woman was trembling violently. Maurelle swallowed roughly as a bead of sweat rolled down her paled face, trying desperately to work up the nerve to speak.
"... M... Mama... Papa..."

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