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‘Magic is not all fire, potions, and words.’ Rosalie gathered her daughters in closer. ‘Unbutton your cuffs. Remove your shoes and stockings.’ She waited. Shoes were laid aside, stockings draped over the top. ‘Now, unbutton your shirts and place your hand here.’ Rosalie put her hand over her heart. Florentine and Anastasia did the same, hands pale and trembling. ‘We work within the space of our heartbeats. Close your eyes and count under your breath. Listen to your heart.’ Rosalie watched as each woman relaxed into their task. She moved behind them. ‘Feel the rhythm, the timing. Notice how your breath slows.’ She touched their shoulders so they knew where she was. ‘Concentrate on your breath and your heart.’ Rosalie let down first Florentine’s hair, then Anastasia’s. ‘Let go of restraint