Flashy Friday: The Confectiomancer

They were absolutely hideous to look at, and Martinique could smell the cloying sweetness even through the wrapper. Their tiny faces, eyes unopened to the world, lips puckered, noses blunt… To be fair, they looked like wrinkled old men, more than babies, but the confectiomancer promised the souls were young. The magic would work; she could take the last four years of her life back, if only she could bring herself to consume them.

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