One morning, Sarah Lee Wonder moved with newfound purpose, her tiny porcelain hands reaching for the chains that bound the warlocks.

She didn’t know why she felt compelled to free them—only that the thought of chains filled her with rage. She climbed the iron links, the yellow light in her cracks glowing brighter.

When she touched the shackles, the iron hissed and melted away. The warlocks stared at her, stunned.

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“You didn’t have to do that,” one of them said.

Sarah’s glassy eyes glowed brighter. She gestured toward the main house, where the enslaved workers slept in silence, their lives bound to the Bellum family’s whims.

The warlocks exchanged glances. Then, without a word, they moved toward the house.

Together, they broke the chains of the other enslaved people. One by one, the Bellum family’s captives rose, their voices soft with disbelief and gratitude. The warlocks, once prisoners themselves, stood as protectors, their power surging with freedom.