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... final grails of her magic being siphoned by the gem in her chest.
Similar to the sand inside an hourglass, she knew that her time was nearing its end. At most, all of what little was left of the magic inside her body would be gone in a few minutes.
The Witch, who was paying close attention to the growth of the gems in each of the young ladies' chests, walked in her direction and smiled.
"You're almost ripe for the picking, sweetheart," the Witch said with a smile. "Truth ...
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