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... ap has ordered that all apprentices are temporarily banned from leaving the Wizard Territory."

"Temporarily banned from leaving?"

"It might be temporary, or it might be long-term."

"Wizard Lap has ordered that all apprentices must return to the Wizard Territory," Berkeley explained. "I am on my way down the mountain to call back the apprentices who returned to the city earlier."

"If there's no urgent matter, don't go down the mountain. Return to the Central Castle ...

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