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... ical fires—both required steady hands, a strong will, and a tolerance for the smell of singed hair.
Elias rolled up his sleeves, pressed his fingers against a boy's shoulder, and murmured the incantation. A golden lattice shimmered over the wound, sinew knitting beneath the light.
The boy flinched, then stared as the pain vanished.
"There," Elias said, smiling gently. "Try moving it."
The boy rotated his arm. No wince. No hesitation. "You're amazing, sir!"
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