Ghost, Empty Shoes, Living Curiosities
This week the witch is living in a half-destroyed warehouse right on the edge of one of the impact craters, close enough that your phone won't stop interrupting your conversation with alerts about impending exposure. She says it's fine, though, so you just swipe them away.
The city is always a bit too aggressive about geofencing their alerts, so it's not like you're unused to being told to ignore them by people who really should know.
Besides, it's nice here. It feels abandoned. Hardly like part of the city at all. It's just comfortable.
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