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>Sweating silver droplets was a constant irritation in the spring. It was possible to accidentally create an evil duplicate, to transform one’s hands into flowers, to be hexed with hallucinations, or to be turned into an apple—an incredibly grave insult to one’s honor.
>or to be turned into an apple—an incredibly grave insult to one’s honor.
May the anon who shilled this book have a blessed day