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Spell
They say Prague is magical, that the crooked streets play tricks on your mind, and Nate is apt to believe it. He must have lost her a dozen times that first night he chased her, but she would appear in the corner of his eye suddenly and he would be off again after the ghost of a red dress.
The whole city seemed to be asleep it was so quiet, snow falling like stars in the crisp November sky. He caught up to her once, his hand on her arm and her back against the old, stone wall of a cathedral. But she stared up at him with liquid brown eyes and kissed him with lips painted red to match that dress and before he knew what was happening, her spell had worked its own magic. She disappeared into thin air, or so it felt, the nameless witch in red.