"No matter what," Sinthy shouted over the wind, "do not let go. Never let go. Same for you, Leo. Hold her, don't let her release Gabriella's hands."We both nodded. My hair whipped around my face, making it hard to see Sinthy, but I kept doing my best to focus on holding my mother's hands. Sinthy stood behind Gabriella, her hands an inch above the other woman's head, and began to chant. The words were impossible to understand, but I could sense the power in them. Each word, every syllable, seemed to slam into me. The wind rose to a frantic pitch. Pillows on the couch began to lift away and spin around the room, as did dozens of loose pieces of paper and magnets from the fridge.Gabriella began, almost unnoticeably, to shake. The bones jostled in her hands. Soon, she was convulsing in the chair. It took everything I had to hold her hands together to keep the bones in place. Leo pushed against my shoulders, trying to keep me close to her, even as the wind tried to force us apart. "Don't
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