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Dear Diary, August 7th 1859
It is my fifteen birthday. Something strange happened. I found out I am a witch. I am caster at that. I have the ability to cast spells at will.
We were sitting at diner a few hours ago, when Elizabeth said something that made me angry. Suddenly a strange language I have never heard in my life spilled from my mouth.
And then her chair was knocked back by a sudden force of wind, and all the silverware began floating in the air and aiming towards her but my mother stopped it with words only I understood.
It was strange, and yet I feel as though I am almost complete. I found myself. I am witch.
-Victoria
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