Tempest
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Let me tell you a little secret about the supernatural: it's like a clingy ex, impossible to shake off. I live for the chaos. We are bound together like the tide is to the moon. Also, kicking ass and taking names is pretty cool when you can control the elements or whip up any kind of potion.
Now, don't get me wrong-vampires and shapeshifters are out there, roaming around like they own the place. But you know what? Witches are like the invisible puppeteers, pulling the strings from behind the curtain. We prefer to keep things on the down-low, savoring the element of surprise.
The first rule about witch club, we don't talk about witch club.
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