The Elven Slave And The Great Witch’s Curse High Quality Page

Morwen closed the door. Then she knelt—actually knelt—in front of Kaelen and touched the rune-iron collar. “This was forged in pain. It’s been eating your magic for decades. Why haven’t you died?”

“You need a replacement,” he said. “Someone else to bear the binding.” the elven slave and the great witch’s curse

The curse remains.

“You’re letting it happen,” Kaelen said one night, sitting across from her in the tower as real snow fell through the enchanted ceiling. Morwen closed the door