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Hazel and Holly walked along the darkening narrow path as the chirps and croaks of crickets and frogs pierced the warm twilit air. Hazel carried a lamp, but it would need to remain unlit for the time being.
“Are you nervous?” Holly asked.
“Why would I be nervous?” said Hazel.
“You’re going to become a Wyr witch. That’s kind of scary.”
“It’s just a formality, it’s not like anything’s going to change right away.” She glanced at Holly. “And why is it scary?”
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Published on December 11, 2015 00:00