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A Deal With the Devil
My flow of magic stops all by itself. I don’t know how or why, but it sizzles out like a flame, fighting against the wind. And what I’m left with, is a feeling of exhaustion, making my body feel even weaker in the coldness of the day. I can see the sky now, having destroyed the life a few yards around me. It’s grey and gloomy, just like my soul right now. It aches with the memory of what I witnessed in the cafeteria … Who knows how long ago that was. I’ve lost track of time. Leaning my hand against the wall, I use the support to slowly pick myself up from the ground. My boots are all muddy from the running, but I can still see tiny white dots, which stayed from the milk that splashed across them as Katie dropped her tray. Drawing in a shaky breath, I force myself to push the thought of
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