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“Witchcraft operates best in a whirlwind that gets everyone on edge, stirred up and at each other’s throats. [...] People operating in witchcraft are masters at pitting people against one another in order to separate and isolate them.”

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How Witchcraft Spirits Attack

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“The chill in her heart seemed to mock her as it echoed “critters,” “debris,” and “tempestuous.” The iciness inside of her only hardened as she contemplated how she had so callously left her husband behind at the gas station. Surely no woman in her right mind would do what she had done. As she examined these thoughts, she tried to make order of them and what caused the break--for something had definitely been broken. Cracked. Fractured. And now those frozen fractals were piercing her heart and mind. She would add “soul” but at this point, she wondered what had become of hers.”

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