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Tea, Prologue"Soddin' magefolk."Tea, Prologue
Faenori Dirgecarver raised her head and then let it nod forward again. She kept her arms wrapped tight about herself, trying to fight off an empty chill that ate at her from within. For what must have been the fiftieth time that night, she closed her eyes and reached out with a layer of consciousness that the average berk simply didn't possess.
Magic was a strange thing, a sort of energy that flowed along a thousand ethereal threads. There were traces of it in almost everyone that lived and breathed, like static summoned up from the brush of their clothing. It entered and left them as it saw fit,
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