Magda’s powers were awesome, but had their limits. Tonight she was pulling out all the stops, from every bottle of potion, and lit every candle with the meaning of change, gathered every map for the continuation of good, and waved her hands over all. Chanting the incantation she hoped would save the world as it was a second century ago, she felt a change. Magda wanted to see it again, when things were normal for her kind, when men were brave and fought for freedom, when a king ruled for the greater good. She relaxed her arms, and felt a relief. In the morning she would see if her spells worked.
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No Theme Thursday: 08.08.24
The Bag Lady 
I hope it worked. 🙂 Great post!
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