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Moonbeams shone down through the forest canopy, glinting off of the blade in her hand. After a moment’s hesitation, she dug the instrument into her forearm, releasing several drops of her most precious spell component — her blood — into the wide-brimmed chalice resting on the altar. Inside the bottom of the chalice sat a few pi…
Jonathon Sawyer
✍ Posy Churchgate
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Ohhh powerful magic indeed
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