Day Fifteen, Second Moon, Hunting Year Five Hundred and Four
It's not getting any easier to write. The numbness has expanded from my fingertips across my palms, so my hands are clumsy. I've been tripping because the same numbness is happening in my feet. Mama keeps giving me more herbs, but I don't think they're working. One more good thing happened today, though. Michael left bed for the first time in weeks. He isn't back to school yet, but he sat at the table and did lots of assignments and ate all his dinner.
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The Wood
FantasyLike every other girl in her village, Kyla has been taught to ward off curses with the right concoction of herbs, but when a new plague falls upon the village, the elders begin to hunt for the witch who caused it. Kyla becomes the next target after...
