Voodoo Queens of New Orleans
Ringing had replaced any sound coming into my ears, and everything began to spin around me.
Sajida and Mama ran into Ben's office while I stood by the door frame, hanging onto the wall for support. I couldn't go in. I wouldn't and I couldn't. I looked on from afar, Mama, Sajida and Aza sitting on the floor next to Ben's unconscious body, his shirt stained with his own blood that he also laid in a pool of. His eyes were closed; I didn't want to see them open. The office was completely ransacked, dozens of books lying on the floor, a bookshelf tossed over, unknown liquids spilled on the carpet from broken glass vials, herbs and roots torn and saturated in the blood that was splattered all over
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