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Traps and Snares (Possession FtM TF) The witches met at high noon, in the busiest square of the city, to plot the murder of their god. They did not need to huddle together or even raise their voices - projection of speech was child's play to them. Nor did they bother to conceal their presence - after all, who would ever suspect that these women, about on their daily business, were some of the most dangerous in the world? "He grows old, complacent," a washerwoman grumbled as she tended to her daily laundry. "Yes, but how?", murmured a vegetable seller right before she continued hawking her wares towards the passing crowd. A mother sitting at the fountain, watching her two children fight each other with rolled-up newspapers masquerading as swords, responded. "He visits his favourite brothel almost every day. We'll send in thirteen of the girls, and he won't suspect a thing." Minutes later, the meeting concluded, the witches left the square, blending into the bustling crowd. Their work was