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Chapter Thirty-Four - The Embers of Magic
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... tangled in the lines, it was all the frustrating end of a frustrating day. My blankets--which I had left on the floor of the wagon--were both sodden and wet. My cleaning spell took care of some of it, but it wasnt a drying spell; they were still wet.
I stepped out of my tent, rain pinging off my hat with a constant rap-tap-tap beat and took in our tiny camp. Milread had driven the wagon all the way up to a small cliff area that was higher off the ground than the rest of the forest. It me ...
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