Making Past Perfect
“Her spell is made to bind, to hold. Breaking it will take more than strength… it’ll take something pure, something that can heal what has been broken.”
Alice nodded, hopeful. “I’ve tried everything I know, Nana, but none of my powers seem to reach him. Do you think there’s a way—a potion, perhaps—that could break her spell?”
Leonora stood, crossing to a small chest in the corner of the room. She opened it carefully, her hands moving with reverence as she sifted through the collection of herbs, roots, and vials within. Finally, she lifted a small glass bottle filled with a pale, shimmering liquid that seemed to pulse faintly with its own light.
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