EMMA
The malachite wand felt unfamiliar in my hand. It was weighted differently than my old citrine wand. I swished my wrist again and inky smoke streamed from the end, covering a nearby rosebush. The shrub wilted, blackened, and shriveled to dust.
EMMA
The malachite wand felt unfamiliar in my hand. It was weighted differently than my old citrine wand. I swished my wrist again and inky smoke streamed from the end, covering a nearby rosebush. The shrub wilted, blackened, and shriveled to dust.
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