“You’re right.” She sets down her mug. “Growing up with my gift, it was hard trying to place what emotions were mine, and what emotions were everyone else’s. It often felt like I was only a vessel to be used by everyone else. That portrait”—she points to the one on the mantel—“was made the day I chose to become an Architect witch. And also the day that I decided to live my life as exactly who I needed to be. And I found the real me . . . and her name was Hilde. And she . . . I . . . am everything that I’ve ever wanted.”
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