Ava’s POV The witch’s house felt smaller that morning, like the walls themselves were closing in on me. Maybe it was because I knew we were leaving. For days, this place had been a cage and a sanctuary both, filled with endless trials, pain and revelations. Now, staring at the packed bag by my feet, I couldn’t decide if I felt relieved or terrified. The witch stood by the hearth, stirring something thick and bitter-smelling in a pot. Her eyes never left me, sharp and unreadable as always. Finally, she set the spoon aside and came closer. “You’ve done what you came here to do,” she said, voice clipped. “But don’t fool yourself into thinking you’ve mastered anything, control is not won in a week or a month or even a year. It is fought for, every breath you take.” I swallowed, my throat tight. “I know.” Her eyes narrowed. “Do you? Then hear this. Your gift is tied to your heart, anger will bring fire, fear will bring storm. Love….” She hesitated, the lines around her mouth deepening
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