For Sonya’s Three Line Tales. You can read the other stories here.
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She stopped at the edge of the dark place and poked at the freshly turned earth with the toe of her boot.
They had put something in there but it was shifting and turning, and she knew that they hadn’t done it properly.
The earth heaved, growing like a volcano, but she didn’t flinch, and when the head broke through the surface with a cry of triumph, she pointed, throwing a bolt of white fire that sent the creature back to where it belonged.