In full moon light, words stay the knifepoint above the wax effigy.
“He’s done terrible things to you,” her mentor said. “But there’s a cosmic balance to magic: To will evil, you must become it.”
Sparing the doll, she cries.
He embraces her. “You are strong.”
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So simple yet so glorious! I love it.
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