by Carys Crossen The villagers decided she was a witch. They exiled her to the desert, to die of heat exhaustion or go mad of thirst. She did neither. She made a scarecrow, constructed it out of rags and bone. She placed it near a trading route, and waited. In verdant lands, a scarecrow […]
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