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... , flipping through ancient books with brittle, yellowed pages.
Around him, the tower room was cluttered with scraps of parchment—some crumpled into tight balls, others folded messily in half—each one bearing intricate drawings of complex magic circles, some half-finished, others rubbed away in frustration.
A thin layer of dust danced in the candlelight, stirred up as he feverishly sketched, muttering calculations to himself under his breath.
Several books lay open, pages ...
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