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ISBN: 1-441-49486-3 A Turn of Curses The faint light from the mark on Selina's neck confirmed the release of power. When it faded, she sat back and blinked away the dizziness from expending her energy. The room's sparse décor spotted before her, from the bare wood walls to the bed with its handmade quilt.
The boy lying beneath the quilt groaned.
"Toby!" The distraught mother kneeling on the opposite side of his bed bent over and pulled her son into her arms. She kissed his forehead and held him tight until he squirmed away. "Thank you, Na'Y'dom! Thank you!" Tears filled the woman's eyes.
"You're welcome." Healing the sick was Selina's calling, although she wished she could heal in other ways. To be chosen as a child of Y'dom was both a blessing and a curse.
The boy reached for Selina's hand and smiled. "Thank you, Na'Y'dom." She gave a gentle squeeze of his hand, glad to know she could do some good.
