The Witch of Forks
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Carlisle Cullen.
There's something about him that defies time itself. His voice - calm, deliberate - carries the weight of centuries, yet his touch feels lighter than breath. When he looks at me, it's like the world stops turning. Like he already knows every secret I've tried to bury.
He doesn't fear what I am. He never did.
And that terrifies me. Because for the first time, I'm not sure if my magic is protecting me... or leading me to something I can't control.
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