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... se in her mind.
If ordinary methods could not save her, then she would go lower still.
She pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The room smelled of smoke, roots, and old magic. Shelves lined the walls, filled with jars of powders, teeth, feathers, dried eyes, and things Zara did not want to identify. In the center sat an old woman with grey hair and skin like dry bark. Her eyes were too bright for her age.
She looked up once.
Only once.
Then sh ...
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