Prada had just recently given him the key to his own magic, and he began to painstakingly craft a spell, praying it would work without a circle. It assembled itself piece by piece in his mind, taken from his experiences, his memories, his fondest hopes and deepest desires. The words represented everything he wished he could be. He chanted them first in his mind, then aloud. He spoke the words with conviction, for nothing less would do. If he faltered now, he would die. If the seed took his life here, it would go on to claim everyone else. So Terry spoke from the heart. He poured everything he
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