Prologue

Dearest Martha, 

How have you been, my love? I have been well enough. I don’t know if you have heard, but I’ve been trying to visit you. Mr. Miller has been a lot stricter recently, hasn’t he? 

Rumor on the streets is that he’s started killing witches, is that true? Have you heard anything about it? I’ve never met a witch before, but all the witch hunts recently seem a little extreme. I’m sure they’re not so bad that we need to kill all of them, right?

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Martha, my love, what should I do?

I don’t know what to do anymore with you gone, I need you to tell me what to do.

Do I join Mr. Miller and everyone else on witch hunts? Do I find some and protect them?

I truly am clueless without you here — how much longer until your debt to Mr. Miller is repaid? How much longer do you have to keep working tirelessly for him? 

On the subject, please let me know if he’s not treating you well. One should always respect their maids, I say. I hope the work isn’t too exhausting, and I hope you get ample intervals for rest.

Please make sure you get enough sleep, I know you like to stay up reading but if you get caught or you’re too sleepy the next morning, who knows what Mr. Miller might do?

Well, that’s all I had the need to talk about, I wish you the best.

Love,

M ♡