“Tell me,” he pressed. “How long have you possessed the gift?” Taken aback, Shahrzad merely stared at him, her hazel eyes blank. Musa returned her gaze, his warm eyes searching. “Then you are unaware. It lies dormant in your blood,” he said to himself. “What are you talking about?” she demanded. “Perhaps a parent?” he continued. “Does your mother or father possess any . . . unique abilities?” Realization dawned on Shahrzad. “My father. He can do certain things. Very small things. But he’s never been adept at controlling it.” Musa nodded. “If ever you wish to learn about these abilities, send
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