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She was my father’s witch and her mother was his father’s witch, so she’s like family.
“I wish I could say the same and not feel like I’ve been left out of yet another important thing,” Camellia says with a heavy sigh. “I hope you’ll be able to help me.”
Cecelia nods, her expression turning solemn as she sits beside Camellia on the sofa. “I’ll try my best to see what we’ve missed, Luna. If you could, please give me your hands, so we can get started.”
Camellia extends her hands, and Cecelia takes them gently in hers, closing her eyes as she begins to murmur silent incantations. Her brow furrows in concentration, and every so often, she frowns deeper, causing a knot of worry to form in my stom
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