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Where: The Crow and Chalice
While no thread was exactly the same, threads were often round. But as Thera watched the younger woman pace around the store, her attention was fixed on the line that looked more like a flip book that was traced around her.
A thread of snapshots accordioning through space. Pieces of a life the girl had lived and was yet to live, and interspersed in the spaces, snapshots that weren’t meant for her at all. This woman was obviously a witch, probably one of the coven the Wendell’s had also found their place in. Thera couldn’t deny that the singularity of this thread had her magically tinkering mind itching with curiosity. She rounded the counter to approach her, “Hello, is there anything I can help you find?” Thera smiled.
