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... gged myself toward the tent flap, every joint in my body screaming in protest. My skin felt tender, my muscles were like overstretched rubber bands, and the faint, lingering scent of sea-ozone on my wrist was a sharp reminder of the "enchantment" that had nearly upended my life a few hours ago.
I just wanted a moment of silence. I wanted to splash some cold—preferably non-magical—water on my face and pretend the world didn’t have expectations of me.
But the world, as usual, was w ...
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