The girl stepped away from the window, backwards.
Outside, the flames consuming the village retreated, the smoke and fire drawn in through thatched rooftops. Shattered glass lifted from the ground and assembled into panes that filled the empty windows. Broken bodies rose from the streets, their wounds closing and healing.
The girl sat on the bed, then lay down on the pillow. Her blanket slid soundlessly up from the floor, covering her. Her eyes closed.
In the town square, the magus exhaled. He closed his ancient spellbook. The destruction the girl had wrought had been reversed.
At least for now.
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