Micro Fiction: The Spell November 6, 2018 by Elizabeth Drake Brelynn scrubbed her skin raw, but no matter how hot the water was, she couldn’t wash away the spell her master forced her to cast. Mara hugged her. “It hurts so much because your soul is still clean. It’s when the pain stops you have to worry.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)MoreClick to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related