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Deep in the night, far past the time any living thing should be stirring, there is a tap on the balcony door.
This does not wake Circe — she was already awake, gazing up at the ceiling as her thoughts tied themselves in knots. But it would have done. The island is tangled up in wards and shields and invisible threads, all set to scream out in warning, should they be tripped, and they have not done so. Something — or, worse, someone — has gotten past her defences.
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A witch, her nymphs, and everything else.
Or: The Circe backstory fic no one asked for.