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I Remember
Maya’s eyes grew as wide as saucers, Magic? She was looking at Celestine as if she had suddenly grown horns but the woman was wearing an innocent look. She tried to ask but nothing came out of her mouth, in her head, she was thinking that this woman was really crazy. How could she, Maya, an ordinary human being who bled red when cut, possess any magic? Not unless this dreamscape dimension was just like in the dreams where everything was possible, then she could believe. Lately the word supernatural and magic had been going around like common place but where she came from a magical being would be considered newsworthy. She then remembered that Celestine had also been talking of werewolves and that she; Maya was one of those. She held her head with both hands, the world was spinning at a pa
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