The Legend of the Glean Reaper

Every coven has a Reaper, but this one isn’t about harvesting souls—they’re all about harvesting the shady.  Shady stories, shady alibies, shady people!

The **Glean Reaper** rises with the Corn Moon, sickle in hand, ready to reap… gossip, bad vibes, and anyone who dares to water down a cocktail. Cheeky, sassy, and far too fabulous to be skulking in malls, you’ll find them strutting through cornfields, side-eyeing scarecrows, and cackling at mortals who forgot to charge their crystals.  

That skull grin? Not menace—mockery. That sickle? Sharpened, yes—but mostly for trimming split ends and cutting toxic exes out of your life.  

The Glean Reaper isn’t here to scare you. They’re here to remind you that **life’s short, sass is eternal, and nothing slays harder than a Full Moon wardrobe upgrade.**  

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✨👉 Word of Power: Glean (verb)
To gather grain left behind after the harvest… or to collect knowledge, whispers, and secrets, piece by piece.