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The air whistled, crisp and fresh. He felt a twisting sensation while lost in thought.
He realised in an instant that the wind was dancing around his loose robes. His dark hair followed the breeze. He opened his eyes.
Zmey grinned, seeing the path before him. Nothing like the red-carpeted throne room. He remembered the sensation of magic washing over him, the promise of transformation.
"Didn't know the magic would yield." His voice was a faint whisper, filled with wo ...
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