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... la sat perfectly still in the center of a glowing circle of salt and powdered silver.
Her back was straight, lips slightly parted, eyelids lowered in a serene composure. Her hands rested gently on her knees, her hair pinned back tightly so not even a strand dared to stir.
A dozen witches and seers in Blackmoon hoodies stood all around her, chanting. Their hands swayed in fluid motions as soft smoke curled from bowls of crushed moonroot and firepetal.
A small crimson flame ...
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