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Chapter 3 BETWEEN FIRE AND FLESH

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hadows writhing in corners. Screams echoed from upstairs - not fresh screams, but

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owed gold, like molten metal. And in his hands was a b

aise

eat cold on her brow des

of the den, looked up with a

e. "Not a dream.

imes, even familiars k

forest had grown restless. Leaves whispered rumors through the canopy, and

seen the meeting.

rb that allowed witches to walk the Veil, the space between memory and vision. She hesitated.

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eaned forward. "Do you do

the need to kill a woman who

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his jaw. "I

voice replied. "Jus

thorns and silverleaf. Her magic pulsed at her fingertips, brushing over

her. But it was

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sn't

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yet

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initiation rites, about the friends he'

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you d

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had been waiting ten years

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so

and rage and pain poured into a kiss

t a tree. He tangled h

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on his chest, listening

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her head.

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