Moonlit Magic
Pru grinned.
One by one, they pressed their palms to the parchment. The paper hummed under their touch, absorbing their magic like ink. Freda went first, carving her name in elegant, looping script. Pru followed, her letters sharp and angular. Rita hesitated, then wrote hers with a flourish, the parchment warming beneath her fingers.
Freda picked up the dagger. "Blood seals the bond. No going back after this."
"No going back," Pru agreed.
Rita held out her hand. "Do it."
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