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... mental Theory!" Malick squeaked out, clapping his hands together.
The room settled slightly, students turning their attention to the front. Malick paced back and forth, his long black robes sweeping the floor like a broom.
"First things first," Malick said, stopping abruptly and turning to face the class. "Who here thinks they only need to understand their own element?"
A few hands went up hesitantly.
Malick’s eyes widened in mock horror. "Wrong! Completely wrong! ...
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