Ashera Magnus, her black hair flowing around her fair skin, anxiously chanted a spell over her unconscious lover, pale and weak on the altar. In her Gothic Victorian lace dress, she poured her magic into him, her heart racing with worry. When his eyes finally fluttered open, relief washed over her “I’m so glad you’re awake," she whispered, tears in her eyes “I think I’ve found a cure, but I’m not sure if it will work. Please, stay with me."
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