There were two things guaranteed to every person alive—death and taxes. If you were fortunate to survive birth, you couldn’t escape either one. The first could be construed as a blessing after enduring a miserable existence while the other could very well be a curse haunting you unto the grave if left unpaid. Of course, living came with plenty of obstacles before you checked out permanently. I had been fortunate not to have encountered those things. Yet.
My life included other issues—being a female and being magickal. Either category had its own difficulties, but when combined they turned into a complicated stew. It was bad enough that as a girl my world focused on eligible bachelors and endless hours learning the fine art of womanhood. But being born female and magickal meant being unappreciated on a whole different level. It could be just as harsh as not having enough finances to carry you from day to day. I called it devalued worth.
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