Thanks. [ He takes the torch, wondering if he should leave now, go on to make his own camp, but. She says black magic, and his thoughts go back to demons, trees corrupted by darkness, his own lungs filling up with black ooze as he died. He swallows with difficulty. ]
You - do black magic?
[ That's bad news. Bad, bad news. He instantly, fervently wishes Adam was here with him, or Gansey, to ground him. ]
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You - do black magic?
[ That's bad news. Bad, bad news. He instantly, fervently wishes Adam was here with him, or Gansey, to ground him. ]