She swore off magic. Magic didn’t get the memo.
She swore off magic. Magic didn’t get the memo.
Aella Eurus can call the wind. The last time she did, her best friend vanished. Not dead. Just gone.
So Aella packed two bags, broke every promise she’d made to her coven, and drove until the dreams told her to stop.
She landed in Four Corners, a lake town in Central New York where the buildings are...
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