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... ars instead of rain. All of my mana vanished into its depths, forcing it taller, wider, as large as the gate that called the Ally of Fate. Large enough to fit a dragon.
I fell out of Fate with a jerk, blinded and deafened by the intensity of three Ninth-level auras. My vision swam, filling with black dots. Feeling sick, I curled up on Fable, coughing weakly. Blood trickled past my lips, but I was too tired to wipe it away.
My staff burned hot in my hands, funneling the last remna ...
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