The witch goes on. “It was a coin toss as to whether William or James—” she tilts her glass toward me “—were the subject of the fortune teller’s prediction, so I took a gamble and chose you. Your father wanted me to fix you, but I just needed a map. So using what little power I had left, I gave you a part of myself, the most important part: my magic.” I instinctively glance down at the cut on my arm, now crusted over black. “You set sail one day and you never returned,” she says. “Because of course you quite literally stumbled into the Seven Isles when I had been searching for my way through
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This is the first time he's even brought up the fact that Winnie is his like 5x Great Granddaughter.