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Submitted to Contest #63
Setting: 1829 By the time I stepped outside the leaves were on fire, along with the house behind them. But the fire that rages inside me burns hotter than the one outside. My mother, a woman made of pure love, dignity and respect, was the only one left in a lineage of the traditional herbal potion makers in the town. She got her knowledge from her grandma, who got it from hers, and so on. She used to make potions out of the local plants, herbs, trees and mosses local to our town, and they were effective as hell! All the townsfolk used to...
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