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The weight of Aunt Helena’s words pressed down on me like a suffocating blanket, leaving me breathless. My heart pounded in my chest, louder than the sounds of the wind rustling through the leaves around us. I stared at her, trying to process what I had just heard.
"The high witch... said I died?" I whispered again; my voice barely audible.
Aunt Helena nodded, her face pale and drawn. "Yes, your mother was devasted. She had waited so long, prayed to Shard, and yet... it seem ...
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