“Are you a good witch, or a bad witch?”
Stepping from the porch, Belle and Энджел looked around. Never before had either of them seen so many colours all at once. After a while, their eyes were aching just looking at them.
“Tiny houses,” Belle observed. “I wonder who lives in them.”
“Hey, there’s a улица, уличный sign,” Энджел said, but before either of them could go to it, something happened that distracted them completely. A bright blue light, like a star, suddenly burst into being before them and then, as it faded, the figure of a woman stood where it had been. She was beautiful, with blonde hair and kind eyes and wearing a...
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