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... from the side.
Scarlett flinched. The tiny clump of fire magic she’d spent the last ten minutes trying to carefully untangle bundled up again. All those hundreds of mana strands she had only barely managed to separate into clusters were yet again blended into a dense throng where she could scarcely tell one part from the other.
She closed her eyes, letting out a long breath as she let the fire dissipate. So much for that attempt.
She turned to her right and the porch the ...
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