Agatha stares at the feather. Then at her weak blue spark. She crushes the mason jar in her fist. Glass cuts her palm. The spark dies.
Where the oak split, a staircase descends into darkness. It’s made of bone and black glass. Cold wind howls upward, carrying whispers. agatha all along s01e02
AGATHA Evanora made this? Of course she did. Even dead, she’s insufferable. Agatha stares at the feather
AGATHA (to the portrait) You said I’d never hold a coven. Well, Mother, you were right. I killed every one I joined. So how do I stop one I never wanted? agatha all along s01e02
MORWENNA (urgent) Too late. It’s already open.
VOICE Agatha. Daughter of my daughter. You would seal me again?
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