Chapter 127 A Family

• Agnes
• I clutched the leather book to my chest as Elijah and I walked up to the witch’s house. The memories of my last visit weren’t exactly fond, not that I could remember much anyway. But we needed the pages of this book that hadn’t been translated yet to be translated, and if anyone could do it, it would likely be her.
• We stepped inside, and the place was exactly as I remembered. The witch was sitting cross-legged on a meditation cushion in the main part of her little shop, her eyes closed and her hands resting palms-up on her knees.