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54: Can you know what it’s like? Sass asked me once. To never be accepted for who you are. For your own mother to reject you…
55: I held her while she cried and even though her magic frightened me, I never turned away from it, never let her see my fear.
56: She carved her spells onto mirrors and bones, using blood and sex to bind the words. She gave me gifts – love stones and charmed mirrors.
57: It was part of her seduction of me – not just sex, but also magic, that wild electricity that ran through her body, creative and free.
58: I feared her magic as much as I craved her love. Intoxicated by her though I was, I was intimidated by her potency.
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