A year ago, I wanted real magic to exist in the world. That was all it was: one wish from the bottom of my heart filtered through the intelligent mind's most permeable sectors. But only a few seconds after wishing it to life, I knew that magic was not a thing just anybody could have. Whatever my democratic spirit, magic was clearly dangerous in the wrong hands. Others would never learn to wield it all. We were traveling down the interstate from Chicago to St. Louis—Sara, Byrne and I—and it seemed best to confine the eminence of magic to the cabin of our little car.
One good spell is all the world needs. Just one. And if you really, really mean it, it will work every time and forever. I really believe that.
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