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This six is a continuation of last week’s entry.
The Warlock and his captive remain seated in a room atop his tower.
“I do have that power, Vanessa”, he said.
Facing the warlock was a woman in a black dress bound to a chair with white rope. Her eyes emerald and hair as red as blood. She didn’t move or struggle with the rope, her only expression was a smile at the man seated across from her.
The warlock rose from the chair and took his twisted black cane which rested against the desk. He pointed it at Vanessa and recited a language she didn’t understand.
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