17 - Breakfast

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დRoseდ Philip seemed to rethink his choice of words almost immediately and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat before he turned his attention to the window and stared outside without any further comment. Viviane had suddenly found the cuff of her dress rather interesting, and I could not help but continue to wonder what on earth was going on. Amelia, a witch? What did that even mean? I was not sure and although my curiosity was now eating at me with an intensity I could not explain, I was unsure as to how to go about finding out what that meant exactly. Supernatural beings? A witch? I shook my head before I turned away from them as the carriage started to slow down. I could see both my mother and Amelia standing by the open door of the cottage, waiting for our arrival. I could not place

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