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... urther and further, trying to focus on, and grasp, the strands of mana that made the magic up. It was like trying to clasp a piece of clay in your hands. Forming and shaping it was as easy as clenching your fist, but trying to separate the clay into its different constituting parts was as good as impossible. Or at least it felt like it was.
After a while, she finally succeeded in grabbing hold of a handful of ‘strands’. She pulled at them gently. Immediately, they slipped out of her gras ...
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