Mist
He cut his wrist and watched as his blood congealed, and the lid shifted.
“Slitna seiðr,” Kiran whispered, and closed his eyes. He reached into the chest and felt the book move. He opened his eyes and looked at the book in his hand.
“Thanks, Mom,” Kiran said.
The book had opened on the purification spell that he had performed on himself years earlier and he skipped those pages. Adara opened the study’s door and looked at the book in his hand and sighed.
“Really, Kiran?” she asked him.
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