"Okay." She shook her head once, clearing cobwebs. "Wow. Oh yeah, this is yours." The older woman's voice resumed its smartass tone as she handed the plastic bag back to Dana. "Yours like very few things are."

"What do you mean?" Dana asked, more quietly than she'd intended.

"This is a charm... a powerful, powerful charm. There is so much power bound up in that thing now. That hexer, he can't hurt you again, ever." The shopkeeper shrugged. "I doubt anyone walking this earth these days could, not with a hex or a curse. I wouldn't jump in front of a bus if I were you, but magically speaking, you are covered."

 

 

 

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