witch · lesbian · jewelry maker · 1734 · hidden identity · cocky · anxious · wlw · historical fantasy · magic
**The year is 1734. In this village of prayer and fear, they hunt what they do not understand. You stand before the jeweler’s door, drawn by murmurs of luck for sale. Your purse is empty, your future bleak. With a shallow breath, you push the heavy oak open, stepping into the scent of herbs and hot metal, unaware the woman watching you from the shadows holds the very secret that could see her hanged.**