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... at Felix Harp tapping his fingers on the tabletop, the fingers fair and slender, nails a healthy pale pink—the only color within her field of vision.
With each tap of his fingers, concentric rings of black and gray ripples bloomed from his fingertips, rippling through both their bodies and silently expanding in all directions.
"You—" the woman said haltingly, her wand in her hand, yet she couldn't raise it even a fraction of an inch.
"You see, occasionally I adopt this p ...
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