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heda's face was unflappable and far too solemn. "my mom gave it to me. but she isn't here now. she never came home." she didn't cry as she said it. heda felt she had squandered enough tears. the premature hurt of pragmatism had become her lot, and quickly.
the girl's eyes shifted as wylla spoke of witches and immortality. a trade. the woman's exhausted features seemed to change in the retelling. heda tasted dirt in her mouth.
"how do you get rid of a curse?"
she felt it was unfair that the witch had tricked wylla. people should be honest. they should tell you what they meant to do. even if it was hard.