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... u."

Hearing Myne’s command, William nodded and closed his eyes. He opened them again a moment later, but this time they glowed pure white, a clear sign that Drakthor was back in control.

"I didn’t expect it to be so easy," Drakthor rumbled, a tinge of jealousy lacing his voice. "If I had that spell, it would certainly make my work a lot easier."

"Yes, yes, of course, anyway, my job is done. You can amuse yourself while I write a letter. By the way, there’s a disabled girl ...

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