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The tea kettle whistled then, the shrill sound piercing the air, but still the old woman did not release Arcelie from her grip – or her sightless gaze.
“Have they told you what happens to us?” The woman asked, her voice a harsh whisper. “Have they warned you what your power will do to you?”
“Yeah,” Arcelie said, trying to shake off the heavy atmosphere, not to mention the woman’s fist. “They said if you’re not careful you can become addicted to the magic.”
The woman shook her head. “No, girl,” she said slowly. “It is much, much worse than that.”
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