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“Witch,” he accused. “You do have magic.”
“Because she is moonlight. The mist that shrouds the mountains. The bite of electricity in the air before a storm. The smoke that rolls across a battlefield before the killing starts. You have no idea what she is. What she could be. You should call her Majesty.”
“Fuck the fates. They don’t get to decide shit for me. I decide what my future is going to be.”
Make me forget that I’ve ever suffered, I commanded. Make me forget that I will again.

