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A Voice in the Closet

Everything you left behind, exactly as you left it.

Don’t plant mint until you’re ready for it.

Sometimes, there’s no place to go but down.

Imagine you’re holding the thing you want in your hands, but you still can’t have it.

Maybe the girl in the mirror understands pain.

In the Victorian era, flowers could be used to send a message. Any message you liked.

Can you paint what’s in your soul?

Oh dear, another insane stepmother.

Sometimes a witch’s duty goes beyond a simple spell.

She knows something is wrong.