Mariana McMurtrie

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Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I could now cast magic. It was super weak. Nothing that would represent a real threat to anyone. But it was enough to perform basic healing, like fully mending a small cut, reheating the tea in my cup, or closing a door left ajar with a kinetic blast. And above all, it was a major bragging right.
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