He started to drag his feet as he approached the entryway of the massive house. The siding slats were a dark and foreboding color causing him pause in his decision. Still, he knew he had no choice in the matter and he should not feel remorse for what he was about to do.
John greeted him at the door before he could knock. “Lord Cromwell! What a pleasant surprise! What do I owe for this pleasure?”
“I have to report a crime of Witchcraft.” Arwood swallowed out.
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