
by Razor Blade
Esmerelda just wants absolute silence to perfect her agonizing death curses. Instead, she gets an uninvited idiot hammering on her door on a Tuesday morning. The last person to interrupt her concentration—a local tax collector—ended up on a missing-persons flyer. Annoyed and ready to turn her guest into the secret ingredient for her next batch of stew, the short-tempered witch yanks open her door to deal with the nuisance.
| # | Title | Words |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Children’s Stew | 0 |