“Maybe it’s not so bad,” Ines said, shrugging a little. “If the world is breaking—that girl floating toward the sky, my God—maybe we’ll need magic to fix it.” “If anything, magic is what broke it,” Sloane said darkly. “You hate it so much,” Ines said, nodding to the knot of scars on Sloane’s hand. “But you’ve never explained why.” Sloane put her hand under the lip of the counter. “I don’t hate it, exactly,” she said. “I’ve just seen what it can do.” “So have all of us.” “Yeah.” But Sloane didn’t mean the Drains or the leveling of the tower or even the death of the Dark One. She meant the taste
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