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... r. The ground was packed, frost-thin. He pressed a hand to it, then pulled his palm away and focused.
He didn't need flint. Didn't need friction.
He just needed heat.
Mana bloomed through his fingers, controlled, focused. He let it slip into the earth, just enough to evaporate the surface moisture. The frost hissed away from the dirt.
He raised his hand again.
This time, a thin line of flame snapped across his palm.
He touched it to the dry twigs L ...
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