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I love hot baths, it is one of my guilty pleasures, I can soak hours if I have a good book and a free day. I lay back pulling my hair up off of my neck and lean against the tub… oh this feels good. Somehow you have always known when I needed a non-day as I like to call them. I just drift almost asleep. The water starts to go cold after about forty minutes so I climb out and slowly rub dry with a large fluffy towel. I blow out the candles and walk into the bedroom. I see the red box, a little more rectangular, quite a bit larger than the last one sitting on the bed. Again I slit the tape and lift the lid. I smile, this is clothes and a letter. Dazi…sweetheart you know I love to pick your clothes out when we are together. Pretend that I am sitting in my favorite chair watching you get ready for a night out together, dress up for me baby. I can hear your voice in my head as I read the letter, can feel your arms around me holding me close. I sigh, missing you, but turn to the box.. The stranger raised an eyebrow and nodded, then began to move off. He was leaving! And the loneliness of this great dark wood was slipping back over me like a blanket or a cold breeze. I wanted to grab his arm and make him turn back. What could I say? ‘Do you hate satyrs?’ I tried, desperate. He bit. Turning back to me, he tilted his head to one side. ‘Don’t we all?’ If only I’d known that when I was younger! ‘Well, I’d like one dead. A particular one. But, I am just a girl, a druid at that. I am not so good at killing.’ I smiled a very winning smile and scuffed the forest floor shyly with one toe, playing the part of the young and innocent girl. And he seemed to fall for it. Me? I was an excellent killer, and I knew it. But druids weren’t supposed to appreciate the sound of rabbits squealing as they passed to the next life, or know the nuances of a frog’s last flip as a knife sliced his gut open. These things I knew, but also had to hide. Turning back to me fully, he made the world.
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The cellar was dimly lit. The cellar room contained a lot of old things that were stacked up against the wall at one end of the room. They appeared to have been put there a long time ago and lay there seemingly forgotten. Curiously at the opposite end of the room was a metal cage.The middle of the room was empty apart from an old armchair. It was the armchair that caught my attention. I remembered it well. It was Uncle Hari’s favourite armchair. I used to sit on it many a time when I was a small boy. I haven’t seen it in a long time.As I studied the armchair I noticed that there appeared to be a cache of papers and a ball point pen on the seat of it.After picking up the papers and pen from the seat of the armchair Auntie Rani then sat on it.‘Right, as you can see from the state of my boots, they could do with the use of your tongue’ said Auntie Rani as she crossed one leg over the other. ‘However before you do that there is something very important that you must do’.Auntie Rani then.

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