“What are you singing?” Aurora asks, interrupting my focus. “Oh.” I hadn’t even realized I’d begun to hum. “I’m not sure. It’s just something Grandma would always do when she worked on the cape.” A slight smile curves her lips. “It is like a siren song.” “I don’t think I’m luring sailors to their deaths anytime soon.” I grin in reply. Aurora chuckles. “Sirens use songs to draw out their magic. They are often the music of the soul—which is in the tongue of the old gods that came before us all. A very ancient form of magic, that.” “I didn’t learn any words of old gods, either.” I keep focused on
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