Witches are not real and witchcraft does not work.
There are no candles scented with the power to convince a former lover to return, no violet clouds to be cooked in the backyard for eternal youth.
This is only one of the witches tragedies.
They live in a world in which something needed to be seen.
Something needed to be found, so eager eyes and ears observed the lady with the dying infant, the widow with already three husbands gone, or the lonesome boy scribbling something into one of his books, and those eyes and ears tried to find.
A reason for suffering?
A reason for death?
Witches are a symptom of a world facing disaster and being unable to find an explanation.
They are something found by eager eyes and ears unwilling to accept a cause to be found invisible in the air, or even their own blood.
Witches are not real, and still they burn.
This is the tragedy of witching.
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