The witch lived alone in the shadow of the forest. Her cottage, with its crooked door and moss-covered shingles, was perched at the edge of a still, green pond with an overgrown orchard beyond. Only an ancient stone wall protected them—the cottage, the pond, and the apple trees—from being consumed by the wild wood.   The witch's name was Sibylle, though none seemed to remember. Like all women, she had once been young and beautiful—this too, had been forgotten, and so, to most, she was simply the witch who lived alone in her garden, too close to the wood and too far from the village.    T