Part One
You have watched our children grow old. It was my last gift to you out of respect for the love we shared. But I did not tell them of you, as I told you I wouldn’t.
Cursed to endure, cursed to survive. The magic wanted you to remember, even if our children didn’t.
Now our children have passed, it is time for me too. I planned for this, you see. After the obeah massacre, I knew it would not end there.
I know no one can stop you. But I must try.
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