Burn to Ash and Bone

Intro.

The house was a mess.

Plates, cups and mirrors lay smashed to pieces on the floor. The couch was ripped to shreds. The old and somewhat damp floor boards were broken into splinters. The windows had been broken in and the dusty red velvet curtains were burnt and torn. Candles were strewn about.

And the walls and door were covered in scratch marks.

But this carnage was not created by an animal, oh goodness me no.
This was a raid, no doubt by the town's guards.

But what kind of criminal lives in an old wooden cottage deep in the woods?
A thief?
An assassin?
No?

How about a witch?

A small dirty blonde cat carefully pandered out of the large black cauldron that had been carelessly tossed on it's side. The cat padded his way around the scattered ashes and cried out for his friend. But he was nowhere to be seen...

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Surprise! I'm back.

Thought I might do a Keveridge/Timids Hallowe'en story. Because, as you know, this is the time where creative goths come alive ;)

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