20.1 : The Pyre of Pies


Serenity sits away from the others, alone in a dry patch of dirt, her tail flicking the dust back and forth behind her. The reflection of the glowing fire flickering in her eyes, she seems to gaze through the fire to another unknown place.

The land of Barovia, where pain and misery are intertwined with existence, is slightly less evil today. They have vanquished the foe that has plagued them almost from the start of their travels through this land. Three wretched hags in the coven, butcherers of children, tormenters of the helpless, now dead; three bodies burning to ash, along with their decrepit windmill of unthinkable horrors.

The fire splutters and crackles wildly, the flames flickering higher still; Serenity is unsure whether it is the layer of fat in the cursed pies or the putrid flesh of the foul hag fuelling the flames, but it does not matter. As the flames rise higher you might almost think she is smiling.

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