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... pillow, his eyes wide with genuine distress. "You think Kaelen is terrifying?"
"Ren, the guy turned the sun off," Tybalt whispered, as if Kaelen could hear us from the noble dorms across campus. "My cousin is in the Mage Track, year three. He said that kind of dark mana—Abyssal purity—hasn’t been seen since the War of the Hollows. It’s... it’s bad news."
I looked down at my hand. The green salve Tybalt had given me was working miracles; the stinging had faded to a dull warmth. < ...
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