The HIDDENS
I refused to let her hatred define our future.
When I entered, Fatima and Althea were already there. Fatima sat at the table, surrounded by open books and scattered notes, her usual calm demeanor replaced by a flicker of determination. Althea leaned against the wall, arms crossed, her eyes glowing faintly as if her magic simmered just beneath the surface.
“Good, you’re here,” Fatima said without looking up. “We have a lot to discuss.”
I took a seat across from her, glancing at Althea. “Have you found anything?”
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