Prologue

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Prologue

I half wished I'd never come. Seeing her, without being able to hold or talk to her, was killing me.

"Somebody help us!" I screamed out in frustration. "Gods, witches, anyone! I'll do anything you want—just let me be with her again!" I collapsed into the dirt—sobbing—my pain overtaking me. I wondered if immortals could die from a broken heart.

I hated who I was becoming, but I couldn't be who I was before, not without her. I had to get to her.

"My help will cost you greatly," a soft voice responded behind me. I turned to see a cloaked figure. A witch.

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