Mary threaded her arm through Norwood’s. “Come on dearie, the child is tired.” She stepped a few feet and said, “The pendant. I know something is amiss, my dear. Ponder the pendant. It has powers too.”
Naomi didn’t answer, but turned back toward the water, and as she neared the wooden structure, she scoffed, whispering, “Damn magic cat, magic pendant, magic constellations in the sky. It’s all bullshit.”
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