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... he sanctum. He closed the heavy wooden doors, sealing them in.
They stood facing each other. Arthur could feel the Death’s Mark beneath his shirt, a faint warmth against his skin.
His magical channels were still scorched and healing; conventional spellwork was beyond him at the moment.
But this wasn’t conventional magic. The Death’s Mark didn’t draw on his magical core. It drew on something else entirely. Soul energy.
He closed his eyes and focused on the triangle ...
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