Yes Marya thought the smell of woodsmoke and old snow pushing back her long black hair. Magic does that. It wastes you away. Once it grips you by the ear the real world gets quieter and quieter until you can hardly hear it at all.
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The burntoff connectors and shadows where Ravan once filled my spaces those I think are the sensations of grief.
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September had never been betrayed before. She did not even know what to call the feeling in her chest so bitter and sour. Poor child. There is always a first time and it is never the last time.
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