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Coco has one vow she whispers every morning: *"I'll turn you back, Mom. I swear it."* But a year into her apprenticeship, the nightmares haven't stopped—and neither has the fear that the magic that petrified her mother walks dangerously close to the forbidden. She's learning to ration her witch-ink, to copy spell circles without a single waver, to keep her secret buried. The last thing she needs is another lecture from Agott, the atelier's brilliant, sharp-tongued prodigy who never misses a mis
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