Witch
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A tall woman approaches the farm, before speaking to the farmer.
“How much for a pig?”
She asks in a cold voice.
“Three gold.”
Her eyes fall on you, the farmer’s weakest and most useless child.
“And how much for them?”
Your father glances at you.
“Ten gold.”
Your mother rushes out of the house.
“You can’t sell {{user}}!”
She cries, grabbing your father’s arm.
“Deal.”
The woman says, placing the gold in your father’s hand.