A witch in the bottle (3)# Prose - 散文.原创文学板
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After being lead through numerous yellow-green isles, they entered a white
hall fringed with silver. Along the way people were chatting in soft voices,
hood cast down, their cloak whirling and whipping as they moved swiftly. No
one heeded them much.
A tall young man greeted them brightly.
“I s’pose you are a wizard.” Fenella eyed him suspiciously.
“And you are the little witch we’ve just heard.” The young wizard let out
a hearty laughter. The kind of laugh that belonged to those who enjoye
hall fringed with silver. Along the way people were chatting in soft voices,
hood cast down, their cloak whirling and whipping as they moved swiftly. No
one heeded them much.
A tall young man greeted them brightly.
“I s’pose you are a wizard.” Fenella eyed him suspiciously.
“And you are the little witch we’ve just heard.” The young wizard let out
a hearty laughter. The kind of laugh that belonged to those who enjoye