I arrived after midnight. The old crone was in a rocking chair outside her shack, threading one last prepared piece of meat onto a drying rack.
"You could have come in the day. But at least I got some winter preparations done."
I went to speak when she shook her head.
"I don't need justifications."
She tossed me a small jar.
"Just a few drops will kill."
I considered this, and then unscrewed the top and tossed some drops on her.
I probably should have wondered why she hasn't seen it coming, certainly enough not to steal the poisoned meat.
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