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Magic #235


"So, your daughter is a stone weaver?" Clora sipped the water, cool and fresh.

"No. She can't fold stone. Bone weaver's can only work with the recently dead. Rhian works with the ancients. The bones that are so old that they've been turned to stone by time. We would call a bone weaver a necromancer. A colleague of mine called Rhian a Paleomancer." Minerva sipped her cup. "It's as good a name as any. I've no idea what the hell it means to be honest."

They watched as Rhian and Frankie chased a ball around the cave. The girl laughing.

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