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An overweight witch in a hat wider than her shoulders lowered her heft to the pavement beside me. “I’m a certified healer,” she said, reaching out to take Hol y’s shoulders. “Let me see her.” I let her strip Hol y’s arms off me, and as I felt the tingle of a healing charm being invoked, I slammed my shields back a healing charm being invoked, I slammed my shields back in place. My vision didn’t immediately revert to normal, and I squinted in the bright midday light, which I now perceived as dim and ful of shadows. In the dimness, I searched out my purse. I’d dropped it—I didn’t remember when. Sometime between Hol y’s firebal and my disbelieving the construct. I final y spotted the red bag a couple of feet away. As I stooped to grab it, I noticed a smal copper disk. The charm from the b
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