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“She died when I was ten. But she had a book. Old. Leather. With a symbol that looks a lot like those lines on your hands right now.”

“We are not brujas malas , mija,” Abuela said, extinguishing the flame. “We are tejedoras . Weavers. The magic is in the blood, but the intention is in the heart. You cannot let the spark control you. You must control the spark.” grachi

Abuela Elena wiped her floury hands on her apron. Then she lifted a finger. A single, perfect flame danced at her fingertip—a warm, golden flame that smelled of cinnamon and rosemary. Not a threat. A hearth. “She died when I was ten

“You are not a monster,” the old woman whispered. Then she turned and walked out of the chapel, her hunters—now holding maracas—trailing behind her. Leather

“It was an accident,” Grachi said, clutching the obsidian bracelet.

“She died when I was ten. But she had a book. Old. Leather. With a symbol that looks a lot like those lines on your hands right now.”

“We are not brujas malas , mija,” Abuela said, extinguishing the flame. “We are tejedoras . Weavers. The magic is in the blood, but the intention is in the heart. You cannot let the spark control you. You must control the spark.”

Abuela Elena wiped her floury hands on her apron. Then she lifted a finger. A single, perfect flame danced at her fingertip—a warm, golden flame that smelled of cinnamon and rosemary. Not a threat. A hearth.

“You are not a monster,” the old woman whispered. Then she turned and walked out of the chapel, her hunters—now holding maracas—trailing behind her.

“It was an accident,” Grachi said, clutching the obsidian bracelet.

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