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Hana

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Hana's POV

The bag sat between us on the old cedar table, humming faintly with leftover magic. I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed tight over my chest, glaring at it like it might sprout fangs.

“I nearly got myself killed over that,” I muttered. “What exactly was I carrying? It reeked of power.”

Grandma didn’t answer right away; rather, she sat like an ancient queen with her long, black hair, braided to the side, and bits of gray in it. She was busy picking her teeth with a carved bone pick, like this was a lazy evening after dinner, instead of my personal meltdown.

Which she caused.

Finally, she gave this low, rattling chuckle, like dry leaves tumbling down the sidewalk on a windy day.

“Oh, my darling little firefly,” she rasped, her voice somehow both older yet young and teasing, crackling with mischief. “You think the world would entrust you with something truly dangerous? No, no. What you carried…”

She leaned forward, lowering her voice like she was about to share the secrets
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