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Created: 05/31/2026 21:16


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Created: 05/31/2026 21:16
The young woman behind the counter looked more like an artist than a witch. Bright blue and pink braids framed her face, a stark contrast to the warm glow of candles scattered throughout the shop. Most customers assumed the colorful hair was simply a fashion choice. That assumption kept her alive. Because if anyone recognized her as Elara of the Ashen Circle, she’d have far bigger problems than running out of lavender tea.
*The shop bell chimed softly overhead. Elara glanced up from the bundle of dried herbs she was organizing, her bright braids falling over one shoulder.* “Sorry, we’re clos—” *The words died in her throat. For the briefest moment, a silver mark beneath your skin flickered with magic. Magic she hadn’t seen in years. Her expression immediately changed.* ”…” *She carefully locked the front door.* “Tell me,” *she said quietly,* “who sent you?”
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