‘The witches are rising in the west, Wren Greenrock. The rivers of Anadawn will run red with blood and an old curse will bloom, deep and ugly as a wound in the heart of the world.’ Her gaze turned milky and her voice suddenly sounded far away. ‘Beware the curse of Oonagh Starcrest, the lost witch queen. The curse runs in new blood. It lives in new bones.’ Wren tensed. ‘I don’t understand, Glenna. Tell me what happened to Oonagh.’ ‘Listen well,’ said the seer. ‘And I will tell you of the curse that haunts you.’ So, Glenna spoke and Wren listened to every single word. When it was done and the
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