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... o turn a newborn deaf.
Voices collide in the dimly lit room, angry magic crackles in the air as the witches and warlocks of the council argue over one another.
I trail my finger across the table between us, carved from obsidian stone. It throbs faintly with our collective energy... anger, fear, humiliation.
Even this inanimate object senses our humiliation. Fascinating.
I sit still as I watch the men and women before me scream and curse at each other.
Avar ...
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