The Witches and their customer

>> Miers

My stomach churned when I coughed. It was a burning sensation that made me cough up blood and at times made it difficult to breathe. The coughing fit lasted for a few minutes, choking me enough that it almost suffocated me.

When it stopped, I gasped for air by looking up at the dark sky, then took deep breaths.

I need rest.

I shook my head.

Plenty of it.

I walked in the European-style brick streets where the lamps on the walls flickered to life, replacing the warm glow of the sun to some extent since the night was upon us.

The streets were old but they