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Kali glared at Abigail through her one open eye. The woman seemed nice, for the most part. But she couldn't be trusted, even if her face was kind. "I'm Kali. Miss, I'm afraid you got the wrong girl. I've never had a touch of magic." Now, that part was true. Kali had never been able to set fire to a building with a flick of a finger, or craft potions, or control water, or make plants bloom. She was as normal as normal could be. "Magic is for the rich, miss. Me- I'm just part of the common riff-raff. You know- lowlifes, undesirables." Kali added, still glaring at the woman.