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... ot calm; the kind that settles in after you’ve repeated the same ritual to the point of nausea.
Every morning, I sat at the center of the mana chamber, cross-legged, back straight, hands resting on my knees. The runes beneath me pulsed faintly, casting thin gold across the stone. Dawn’s light mingled with their glow—warm and cold at once.
I drew a slow breath and let the filaments of mana pour into my body. They slipped beneath my skin like rivers of molten gold. At first, it was ...
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