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There were two powerful witches of Derse. The superstitious were wary of their names; the skeptical were doubtful of their powers. The witches themselves, though, had no doubts.
One wielded life, bending flora and fauna to her whim. She could heal any wound, cure any illness; rumor had it she once brought someone back from the beyond.
The other, grim and jaded, wielded death. She lived far to the east, past the edge of civilization, and her name alone inspired fear in the few who knew it.
(Even fewer knew that every afternoon, Feferi Peixes and Damara Megido had tea.)
