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Soul to Soul
By Boris York
Day by day, she uses her magic to burn new runes into the woods and stones of her ancestors. A wave of the hand, a tremble of the wrist, the fall of a tear. Fate moves in waves along her soul, dances with the heat of flames passed down from generation to generation. Flames passed from soul to soul.
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