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Careful steps along cold stone passages. Celeste recites his words like a mantra.
Your power's too big for you, Little Mage. You can't control it.
He said the words more than once, twisted in with threats and promises.
Those who can't control their powers can't be Harrowed. But do as I say and maybe. Do as I say and I'll tell them you're in control. Do as I say and I won't tell them you're a maleficar.
She wasn't. Not then.
He's at his post. Eyes widen at the flash of her knife.
Flesh stings. Blood sings.
She loses control.