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... focused on recovering his breath as he massaged his aching hands. His throat felt raw, and his reserves of magick almost completely drained. The bitter tang of arcane crystal would linger on his tongue for a day or two, he’d definitely taken too much. He leaned to the side and spat the last of the mage candy onto the ground. There’d be a lot of pain later, but Tyron was confident he’d erred on the right side of his limitations.
Before him, the crack in reality persisted, an arch of bone ...
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