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From
Touch of a Vanished
Hand...
He had
spent most of the last
two weeks preparing for
this spell. He had
chosen peach for the
candle—color and
scent—for peach was
the fruit of eternity.
He had encased it in a
thick coating of white
sugar scented with rose
water, to symbolize the
sweetness and purity of
love. He had adorned it
with a string of pearls,
and set it upon a bed of
dragonfly wings.
He’d
purchased the pearls as
a Valentine’s present
for his lady. But she
had not arrived, and now
they must go to serve
another purpose; they
would form a part of the
offering that would
accompany the spell he
was attempting to weave
tonight.
Where is
she now? he wondered as
he watched the candle
burn. ...
Book 6 - The
Spirit of the Place
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