“Why aren’t we using magic, big brother?”
Mayhem looked up from the apple he was eating—well, it looked like an apple, except it was purple on the outside and pink on the inside—at his little sister. “What?”
She turned the core that remained of her third apple in her hand and without looking at him, asked again. “Why aren’t we using magic? I mean, you …
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