The spirit recoiled. No, she said, shaking her head. I am free. I— “You are a dangerous spirit born of humanity’s chaos, ambition, and greed,” he said over her. “It is my duty as a mage to chain you for all of our protection. I will not be a cruel master, but I will not tolerate disobedience. Is this understood?” No! she cried again, her thin lips curling in hate. I have no master. I am the DFZ. I am freedom! I—
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