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Constantine shook his glass, and with a tilt of his head, downed the drink. Perhaps it was too hot, as he kept sucking in cool air, yet still raised his hand to ask for another drink.
"Ahh, Tracy and the others wanted to hold a small ritual—not one involving magic, just something for spiritual comfort." Constantine stuck out his tongue, continuing, "They stood hand in hand in a circle, praying to their respective gods for help to get through these times without magic."
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