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Prudence is a 17 year old Salem pre-witch who thinks she knows who she is. She's been told all her life that the only thing special about her is the magic that runs through her vains and the women who birthed her. Little did she know she was greater than the women who birthded her. She was greater than the ones she worshiped. She was an egyptian goddess.
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