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“I want someone to choose me,” the witch said. “Not defeat me. Not save me. Choose me. Sit with me in the hollow. Let the story end not with a battle, but with a conversation.” Lena took out her pen. No paper. She didn’t need it. She closed her eyes and wrote the ending on the inside of her own mind.

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The witch wasn’t killing people. She was auditioning them. The three who died? They failed the test. They tried to close the book. Lena understood: you don’t close a living story. You walk into it. “I want someone to choose me,” the witch said

She didn’t run. She smiled.

Lena learned this when her phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number: Choose me

Not the hooded figure from before. This was her . The witch. Young, pale, with eyes the color of old film stock—sepia and restless. She wore a white dress that seemed to move even in still air, like pages turning.