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... use. The wind was strong enough to push the rain through every narrow opening on the buildings.
Archmage Sylmira stood before the tall window, her robe rippling with every gust that slipped through. The cold drops brushed her face but she barely noticed.
Her expression was rigid and her eyes looked distant with thought and worry. She clasped her hands tightly together. Her knuckles pale from the strain.
Behind her, Arty sat near the hearth with stacks of open books around ...
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