“Oh, don’t be so pathetic,” the skull huffed, its eyes narrowing. “I’m attached to this door. I cannot harm you.” “But you’re”—she swallowed hard—“magic.” It was impossible—it should be impossible. Magic was gone, vanished from the land ten years ago, before it had even been outlawed by the king. “Everything in this world is magic. Thank you ever so kindly for stating the obvious.” She calmed her reeling mind long enough to say, “But magic doesn’t work anymore.” “New magic doesn’t. But the king cannot erase old spells made with older powers—like the Wyrdmarks. Those ancient spells still hold;
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