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Prophecy
She lights the candles, four of them-- one for each quarter. A storm in the distance rumbles its thundering music. The circle is cast. She gazes intently into the smoky mirror awaiting the vision she knows will come. It shows itself and she grits her teeth. Evil is coming her way. The wind howls its response, catching at her velvet cape. The prophecy is to be.
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