The Blood of The Hollow Moon

it her lik

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t across the sky. Its glow had changed. It no longer

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of witches

, rage, longing. Emotion magic saturated the air, clinging to her skin like mist

leaves. The witches wouldn't welcome her. Not after w

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forward. "Not

hered around, s

old the emotions of every Threadless soul who ev

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tches

of the Hollow Moon. It holds the memory of

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reambi

through the clea

the witches. "Pr

d forward. "

the Thread

e of runes, surrounded by witches chanting in the language

at Umbros saw. Feel what he felt. But be

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