monsters in my mind: flesh and embers

The embers of the candle flickered as she traced the sigil in the air, her fingertips trembling. The scars on her face, remnants of spells gone wrong, whispered of a past she could never outrun. Once, she had been feared—her name spoken in hushed reverence. Now, she was but a ghost of her former self, her magic fragile, like a cracked mirror reflecting broken dreams. Yet, even in her ruin, there was power. For the strongest spells were not woven from perfection, but from pain, from survival, from the raw edges of a soul that refused to shatter.

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