Unto Dust

Unto Dust

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Fiona ei Sonafi. Disgraced witch. Disowned by her family. Expelled from the esteemed Amorfixia University. Determined to clear her name and return home, she sells magical oddities on the streets of Cainsbour in a land across the sea. In Ibis, magic is scarce and mages live in subterranean villages. In her ignorance, Fiona invites the attention of a crafty governor. As she becomes entangled in the political games between the magickless ruling body and Ibis mages, she discovers the sickening truth of Ibic magic, and her own country's compliance in crippling the mages of the folkway.
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