New short story: “Three Tales and a Memo”

The Witch enters a neighborhood like a rumor of ill-intent. She attacks not the bricks nor the bond between the bricks nor the people but the bond between the people: she teaches a secret language of her own (one they say so secret she chooses it anew for each new place) and in that new language they think and say what can’t be thought or said in the words of those around them. And so they become their own country among themselves. Thus is poison spread.

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