4. Ace of Wands
I heard voices in my head for days as I struggled with the burden that had been laid upon me – a white staff of ash, come to me through ashes.
I had burned as well, but had not surrendered myself to the fire. Had I burned long enough to be purified of all the darkness I had swallowed?
Later they told me more, and with every word the staff grew heavier in my hand and my heart.
I though nothing would ever feel as good – as liberating and healing - as giving it away…
until he gave it back to me.
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