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The Witching Hour
[Rosalynd]
I am surprised by how easy it is to fall into step with the coven leader as he walks with me on the streets of Arcata. Gideon shortens his stride to match my own, walking next to me, his closeness almost too familiar and intimate. "What do you know about our people?"
"Our people?"
"Witches. Regardless of what you might think, and regardless of that cruel remark I made in the bar, you are a witch and a very powerful one at that."
Pretending that his question isn't ridiculous, I reply "Well, since I didn't grow up around anything but fake TV witches, I have no idea. The only experiences I have are cinemat
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