I found that I stop writing when I don't like the direction a story is going, which is the wrong action to take! I should keep writing anyway, even if it's a new piece. I mean, duh: nulla dies sine linea! So here's me trying a different way of getting into "John".
People starting seeing a boy at the witch's shack and a rumor went up almost immediately that she had created him out of mud and blood and that he had no soul. Despite the rumor, people still came to Griss in the dusk and dark for care of their spirits, luck or misfortune, and, always, love. Those who came to the old woman noted that the boy seemed just a boy, if quieter than was natural. No one dared ask her.
When her grandfather's inn lacked the fullness of business they needed to pay the bills, Cara's grandmother pressed a coin into her small hand and told her to get a charm from Griss the Witch.
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