Content warning: paradox?
They told the tale, sometimes, when they were all in their cups.
How an ancestor had come across a genie’s bottle, wished for power, and gotten the Sight, the Skill, and the Spark – power more than she could use.
How she’d wished this power on her family line for eternity, so that all her daughter’s daughters could see, touch and, most importantly, share what she couldn’t handle.
How, overwhelmed one night by the noise and clamor of four generations of witches, the distraction of so much family, she’d wished she’d never married nor borne children.
“And here we are.”
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