She missed the twenties. For her, the world was simpler back then. Sure, her life had always been teetering on the fine edge of a blade, but she was damn good at it. Clara also understood that way of life, and the perks were to die for. Everything she did these days felt like a chore. The gains she made tasted as sweet as a spoonful of sand.
“I’m sure Hecate has something to do with this,” Clara groaned.
As Clara gained mastery over Hecate’s powers, her self-control waivered. At night, while in a state between the dreamworld and reality she sometimes heard them conspiring on how to escape her grasp. Their personas are bleeding through to my consciousness.
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