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During the year of 1942, in the midst of World War II, I found myself in a peculiar situation. I, an ordinary man by the name of John, had unknowingly betrothed a witch. It all began when I met Ella, a woman who seemed enchanting in every way. She possessed an air of mystery, always dressed in flowing robes and adorned with shimmering jewelry. Her long, flowing hair and captivating eyes drew me in like a moth to a flame. As our relationship blossomed, I started to notice strange occurrences happening around Ella.

So naturally, when Anna Fessler died, everyone in the creepy, dysfunctional little town decided witchcraft was to blame.

Turns out millers were generally held in low-regard by almost everyone because they made slightly better money than most for providing a necessary service, and one that took hard work and actual expertise, and so their poor, unskilled neighbors assumed the worst of them. Von Gülchen pressed Anna twice, about her own statement sometimes denied, sometimes affirmed that if her daughter were a witch then she must have learned it from someone.

As our relationship blossomed, I started to notice strange occurrences happening around Ella. Unusual lights flickered in her presence, objects would move seemingly on their own, and strange whispers echoed through the air when she spoke. It was almost as if she held some sort of supernatural power.

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One fateful evening, as we walked hand in hand through a moonlit forest, Ella revealed her true nature to me. She confessed that she was, indeed, a witch. Initially shocked, I soon realized that my heart had already accepted her for who she was. I loved her, witchcraft and all. Our betrothal was unconventional, to say the least. Instead of a traditional ring, I gifted Ella a wand, symbolizing her magical abilities and our unique bond. We exchanged vows under the watchful eye of a full moon, surrounded by a chorus of woodland creatures. As the war raged on, Ella used her powers to aid those in need. She concocted potions to heal the wounded, used her spells to protect our community, and provided solace to those who had lost loved ones. Though her methods were unconventional, there was no denying the impact she had on the lives of those around her. Our love story, though unconventional by societal standards, defied the odds. We faced challenges together, supported one another in times of need, and embraced each other's unique qualities. The world may have seen Ella as a witch, but to me, she was simply the woman I loved. In 1942, amidst the chaos of war, I betrothed a witch. And in doing so, I discovered a love that was truly magical..

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