Chapter Eleven

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Elle’s POV continued.. Elle and Hilda made their way to the great room, the great room was filled with pictures of women that Aunt Hilda had always called sisters, some sisters came from far away and some were of blood relation. Each sister’s picture that hung on the wall had a saying in Latin underneath magicae nos servabit, “Magic will save us.” But, Elle never really understood what it meant exactly. Why had they needed saving in the first place? The great room was huge. Besides the portraits on the walls there were mini tables and chairs everywhere and a roaring fireplace in the middle of the room. When Elle was younger she had memories of sitting in front of that fireplace listening to stories from Aunt Hilda and the other sisters. Aunt Hilda would always help a sister out in need.

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