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Departure from Castle Island


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Ansela took the rowboat across the lagoon at first light. She gathered her provisions and Sicily and stepped ashore.

“Mew!”

“Shh. We must get to the sorceress’s cottage. She will have milk for you.”

They ran through the forest. “Mother will never recognize me as an old woman in rags.”

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