To Will Evil

Under moonlight, words stay the knifepoint above a wax effigy.

“He’s done terrible things to you,” her mentor says. “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.”

Copyright © by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.

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