The bruise on her head was still pretty evident. Her other injuries were hidden but she was sore and in pain. She had heard about people losing their magic but she never figured sheâd be one of them. Cora sat outside a restaurant with a cigarette in hand. She knew she needed to eat but didnât have the energy to go shopping. She could feel someone staring at her, âItâs not as bad as it looks. Trust me.â She responded as she took a drag of the cigarette and then blew out the smoke slowly. Â








