The Bread, the Harp, the Coil of Gold

 

“This is your test,” she says, and to my dismay, her voice carries the tinny echo of magic, a compelling power.

Not the usual conversation one has upon entering a magical psychologist’s office.

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I hesitate, pen poised. One blissful moment of silence later, the knock comes again.

I have no appointments scheduled on this Saturday, so this is likely to be interesting. “You may enter.”