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The night dragged on. The day’s events kept playing over and over in my head. The feeling of inescapable fear hung itself once more in my stomach. It knotted and unknotted itself, and try as I may to calm myself to sleep, nothing would work. I sat up in my bed, the noise comin’ from my opened window didna help either. Too noisy. How do people sleep? I thought.
I got out of bed and remembered an oil my mother had made to help with those who felt fearful and couldna relax. My grimoire rested on the bedside table. Turnin’ on the light to see, I paged through it to find where I had written it down. Now, my grimoire is not as organized as my mother's… “Mother’s!” Settin’ down my grimoire I held out my hands in front of me, closed my eyes, and concentrated on what I wanted. I felt my mind,
