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And then I felt an unfamiliar magic bubbling up within me. Ishqa’s magic. My greatest shame. My curse. This was my horrible gift — my ability to steal the magic of others. It was such a dirty, shameful thing that I barely knew how to use it. I had never done this before with magic so unfamiliar to my own, never mind a power that would force my very body to change.
Children of Fallen Gods (The War of Lost Hearts, #2)
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