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... rious means, we knew that they were about the size of the fairies .


Although they had the means to nullify sorcery, it seems that they were not able to influence physical phenomena .


To avoid being noticed, we carefully and cautiously investigated the area where the sorcery was being disabled, by blowing wind to an extent that it appeared to be natural beforehand and sending leaves and other objects into the wind .


And the most important thing we found in the inv ...

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