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“What did you say?” I asked.
The soul turned to me, the smile on his warped visage an eerie addition.
“She is the ferryman,” he said. “She stepped onto the vessel and held the paddles. The enchantment has been made.”
“What enchantment?” I looked from the soul to Maren. “Do you know what he’s talking about?”
“In theory, yes,” Maren replied. “I know how magic works, so I understand what he’s saying, but I don’t understand why. Why me? Why now?”
“There must be a way to break the enchantment,” I said.
“Possibly, but old magic is hard to destroy. Without access to magic, there’s nothing I can do to try and break it.”
I looked at Sion.
I’m not a sorcerer, she said.
I’m not a sorcerer,Is there anything you can try?
Not against that kind of magic. It’s more powerful than I am.
“I’m
