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Chapter 33: Her Pain…My Joy…

Yasmeen

I whirl at the sound of someone sniffling, probably weeping. The witch rushes past me and I can see from her wet cheeks that she is crying. I can’t help but smile, despite my head, which feels like an army of ants is marching up and down my scalp.

My day has been going quite miserably con...