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Chapter 354 Cracks in the Wards

Author: Judith GW
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-25 22:26:51

Signe

The magic hums wrong. I notice it before I open the shop, before the city even begins to stir. Just a ripple, a breath where there should be silence. Like something moved where it had no right to.

I light the warding candles by the doorframe with shaking fingers. The blue flame sputters, just once, then steadies. But it’s enough.

The wards I’ve kept anchored over Häxa for the better part of two decades are flickering. Like wind is brushing through them. Except the wards don’t respond to wind. They respond to intrusion.

Something is brushing against my lines. Testing them.

I whisper an old prayer under my breath as I open the main door, the bell chiming overhead. The scent of crushed rosemary and dried angelica rises to greet me, comforting and clean.

I move behind the counter and draw out a clean slip of rune paper, pressing my palm to it. The ink bleeds gold, slow and sluggish. There’s something near.

It’s not Scarlett. I know her magic now. It’s wild and bright, threaded with
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