20.1 : The Pyre of Pies
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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