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... roots. Night air whispered through the cracked windowpane, curling around glass jars like ghostly fingers. Camille sat cross-legged on the stone floor, her hands trembling over a basin of moonwater, silver liquid trembling under the sway of candlelight. Her voice was low, murmuring to someone who wasn’t there.
"She said I shouldn’t have told them. But they needed to know," Camille whispered, eyes fixed on her wavering reflection. Her fingers tightened around a rust-colored herb she no l ...
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