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... ercise their gift of magic at a moment’s notice.

There was a creaking noise, and all three men tightened their grips on their wands as they silently stood up and stepped into different corners of the room, disappearing into the shadows. Footsteps closed in towards the room until a man entered the room. The moment he stepped in, the three men stepped out of the shadows and sat themselves back on their tables.

“How was it?” asked the short man named Bernard. A man quick on his feet ...

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“What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!” the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent.

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Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

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