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I took a step back. "Listen, you don't have any way to fix this, do you?"

"In theory, time will repair your magic. Eat a balanced diet, drink lots of water, and get extra sleep."

"So, treat it as if I have a cold?" I asked.

He smiled. "Exactly. Should be right as rain in a matter of days. Weeks, perhaps depending on how strong the magic thief was."

"Weeks?" I felt like a weight knocked the air from my lungs. How was I supposed to wait weeks? I'd already waited long enough to learn how to use my magic. Weeks longer?

He took his glasses off and his eyes shrunk down to the size of tiny dots on either side of his nose. I couldn't believe how small they were. He pinched the bridge of his nose, then put the glasses back on. His huge eyes looked back at me, his brow furrowed in concern. "Of course, there's a chance it'll never come back."

"What do you mean? What kind of chance?" I asked.

"It’s hard to tell. So many that have an encounter with a Thief don’t survive to tell the tale. I know of at least one case where the magic from a survivor never returned."

I shook my head. "That can't be. I can't have that happen." Feeling dizzy, I reached for a desk behind me to steady myself.

"We'll know soon enough, I suppose," he said. "In the meantime, try not to worry about it."

I cocked an eyebrow. "Not worry about it?"

"I know, but that's all you can do. Test it out, it'll either come back or it won't."

With his words ringing in my ears, I walked on autopilot out the door toward my next class. The students around me sounded like they were so far away. It was like walking in a weird tunnel where all I could sense was my own two feet stepping on the stone floor.

I was worried before but now I was terrified.

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