Cordelia BlackwellI stared at the tombstone of Jeanette McConnel, and I read the epitaph engraved on the stone. “A loving mother and a precious servant of nature.” My eyes narrowed when I saw the date of her death, “1960.”“You found her?” His voice startled me.“Give me a heart attack, why don’t you?” I shook my head then turned back to the grave, “Yes, here lies Jeanette McConnel.” I paused for a second, “You know, this spirit didn’t just up and possess your sister. There must be another witch here, a living one, who’s used her. You better try and figure out who could be behind this, because this won’t be the end of it.”He tilted his head to the side, “To become what I am, I had to make a couple of enemies.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.“More like a couple of hundred, but who's counting?” I mumbled under my breath, then shook my head, “My point is, the witch who did this must be extremely powerful. She opened a portal to the other side, it isn’t an ea
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