I tried to tell them the city was falling. They wouldn’t believe me. They wouldn’t believe the dreams of a crazy sorceress. But all my dreams come to pass.

Let me tell you something about sorcery. It isn’t an exact science. It’s something that just happens, and no one really knows how. Some people don’t believe it even exists. They think it’s all hocus pocus and magic tricks.

I was three years old when I had my first vision. My mother was on her bicycle, riding past a hedge of indigo blossoms. The hem of her skirt caught in the wheel. She ended up in the grass, under a shower of indigo petals. I woke with my face wet with tears, thinking of her bruised cheeks.

When I told my mother, she kissed my cheeks and told me it would be alright. Dreams...

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