Punishment Magic

Punishment Magic

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Mad was born in Tatum, a city of towering skyscrapers and sorcerers, hidden in the Alaskan wilderness. But one day she finds herself stranded far from home with no recent memories and a thick cord of leather around her neck that will decapitate her if she speaks a single word. The worst part is that it's her family who specializes in this type of magic, a brutal form of the craft meant to punish only the worst of the worst. And apperantly Mad is one of them. *Cover Credit goes to MilkweedsintheSky*
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