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... brushed the back of a soldier’s neck beneath a cracked helmet, the back of a general’s neck as he adjusted his coat. Each touch was brief. A whisper of magic. A rune sank into the skin, vanished instantly, leaving no trace but the silent pulse of its connection to the control crystal back in the shelter.
By dawn, forty-three marks had been laid. Forty-three minds now prepared to receive an eye-opening dream.
Back at the shelter, Arthur sat cross-legged before the control rune, b ...
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