Hunting for Witches in Benevento
It was after dark when we arrived in the fertile hills outside Benevento, the orange sliver moon doing little to illuminate the tree-lined road leading to our hotel. We missed the entrance and had to circle back around, until finally we arrived at the converted masseria stables. The owner gave us the key and then retreated up the hill to the great house.
The air was crisp and silent, the olive grove just beyond our door dissolving into black. We were the only people stay
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