…I followed Kraas’s footfalls as she walked towards the stone.
Just then the moon appeared in the sky overhead and shone its half light directly onto the figure before us.
Out shot a scrawny claw which grasped and held my wrist in its iron grip, “He has silver?” screeched the witch of the wood.
I gasped in pain, slowly unfurling my still tightly clasped fist.
The hessian pouch lay scrunched and soggy in my sweating palm.
The witch snatched it up and emptied out the three, hard won, coins into her left hand…
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