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THE CURSEPRICE Forged in heartbreak, set in bone, cast in blood, carved in stone. A thousand years will my curse reign, unless I have these six things: The tears of a fairy from a wood so deep. The fig of a vorgrath from his mateβs keep. The scale of a selkie burnished gold. The bone of a wood witch a century old. The midnight sliver of a Shade Queenβs horn. The sacrifice of two lovers torn. Haven Ashwood had a horrible habit of flirting
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