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An Unexpected Turn
“That can’t possibly work Anon.” Lucy stated. “It would take exceptional control to keep the storm from taking him too.” She folded her arms and leaned toward Anon in a clearly hostile pose.
Mistress Anon laughed at her friend, clearly unfazed by her anger.
“I believe in you Lucy. I have seen you do exceptional things that no other sorcerer could even dream of doing.”
“You should have seen my grandfather. You would have taken him for a husband with how powerful he was.” Lucy replied solemnly. It seemed her anger had fizzled with the mention of her power.
“Oh, come now.” Mistress Anon muttered as she shifted uncomfortably. “You can’t think so little of me. Mere power would not entice me into such an abominable union.”
And with that Lucy let out a laugh that would put most men to shame. It boomed off the distant walls and echoed back to us with a surprising vol
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