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conversations.value:  "Ouch, ouch, nope, nope, pain, pain, fly away.” Claire’s chant was the most important kind of magic, the sort that worked not only on May’s scrape but also on the deep heartfelt pain the twins had endured.
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conversations.value:  “I remember that,” Claire recalled contemplatively as I poured her tea. We were having a little picnic in our yard. May and Aleah were playing tag with Ralaire. Claire and I had decided to officially take the girls in. I say “officially,” but since same-sex marriage wasn’t recognized in the kingdom, all we could do legally was take them in as fosters. But they had long since become a critical part of our lives.
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conversations.value:  “Do you remember when the Academy was in an uproar over the Commoner Movement?”
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conversations.value:  “I remember everything that happens with you, Miss Claire.”
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conversations.value:  “Don’t make fun of me,” Claire flicked my forehead. It hurt. Ah, to reap the rewards of love.
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conversations.value:  “During that commotion, I saw a beggar child in the town, and all I could feel was disgust.” She had really grown, although she now looked disgusted at her past self.
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conversations.value:  “Oh, I remember. I saw her not too long ago. She was wiping windows in a church. It seems like she’s being taken care of.”
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conversations.value:  “Is that so… I’m glad to hear it.” Claire closed her eyes, relieved. She glanced at me.
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conversations.value:  “May and Aleah are finally showing their emotions, but if you hadn’t done something about the curse, they wouldn’t be laughing right now. But goodness, I never imagined rust would be the answer.”
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conversations.value:  “Who could have?” That day May and Aleah finally cried, I’d noticed their tears didn’t turn Claire’s clothes into magical stones. Tears and blood are elementally related, magically speaking, so I realized the issue was tied to some unique element of their blood. Furthermore, if we could isolate what component of their blood needed addressing, we could resolve the issue. As I’d contemplated, I’d remembered that red blood cells are made of iron. So, I’d wondered what would happen if we “rusted” the cells. After I had Ralaire eat the rust monster, I asked her to mimic its ability to generate rust in proximity to May and Aleah. With this consistent help from Ralaire, the curse in their blood had, for the time being, been alleviated.
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conversations.value:  “Well, it’s only a temporary solution.” In the end, I planned to ask Yu to use the Tears of the Moon. We had used the Tears of the Moon for Yu’s own curse not a year ago, so it needed to gather more moonlight before it could be called on again. Normally, folks outside the Church would never be allowed to deploy the Church’s most closely guarded relic for such a thing, so we had to leverage our connections and past contributions. But Yu owed us one, and the Church now owed us another because of Lilly, May, and Aleah. I was sure I could negotiate.
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