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... mplete process of communing with the Marks and using them properly?"


"A little?" Hao Xuan responded with obvious uncertainty, "Lord Jyothi mentioned that it is different for everyone although some things are common throughout. As for using the marks, I have yet to experience that for myself."


Lord Yami rubbed his chin in contemplation, "Hmm, he is right but his experience is not only greatly limited but also vastly different from yours. He was a slave of Baba Jezda fo ...

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