Nhá hàng bản tiếng Anh: I WAS BORN on the night of Samhain, when the barrier between the worlds is whisper thin and when magic, old magic, sings its heady and sweet song to anyone who cares to hear it. All night my mother struggled, and when she finally heaved me into this world, my grandmother hovered over me, twisting her fingers in arcane shapes, murmuring in a language only she knew.
“What is it?” my mother gasped, turning her face against the lavender-scented pillow.
“What's wrong?” Finally, my grandmother answered, her voice full and triumphant.
“Your daughter will be one of the most powerful we have ever seen in this family. She will be a beacon for us all.”
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