When I first seen Columbia, that sky was the brightest, bluest sky that ever was. Seemed like Heaven. Then your eyes adjusted to the light and you see that sea of white faces looking back at'cha.
The Crones of Crookback Bog comprise a triad of mysterious entities that are worshiped by the local residents. The inhabitants of the village of Downwarren, in particular, give great credence to the Crones, as do certain inhabitants of Velen residing further afield of the Bog. However, this worship isn’t without cost: they readily participate in mutilating themselves and even send children to the orphanage, knowing they’ll be killed and eaten by the Crones.
If you had had a child, Elisabet, what would you have wished for him or her?
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