Crestfall High
The possessed crowd pressed harder, their combined strength overwhelming the magic.
"Mom, hurry," I urged.
"Almost done," she said, lighting the candles and placing them at specific points around the symbol she'd drawn. "Everyone in the circle. Hold hands. Don't let go no matter what."
We stepped into the circle—me, Sam, Skye, and my mother. I grabbed Sam's hand with my good one, feeling her fingers squeeze mine reassuringly. The warmth of human contact in the midst of all this cold horror.
"Portum aperio!" my mother chanted, her voice rising in power. "Nos duc ad—"
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