Fading Magic
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Magic. That one word makes me shudder. When I was young, I used to adore the word; it made me believe anything was possible, and magic would someday change my life.
I was right. It would someday change my life. Change my life into a messy clump of trouble, heartbreak, and too much pain to bear.
Because maybe, just maybe, I was going to overcome the curse like my mother did.
Because I'm a Grimm.
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