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... g with excitement as if it were in sync with the ink marks forming on the parchment before him. He quickly reached for the small chest at the corner of his table, sliding the Core of Dominion and Saint Raph’s notes carefully into it. The box was shut firmly and pushed aside, leaving him with only his tools, his parchment, and his mind set ablaze with determination.
He began by sketching out the intricate formations of arrays, weaving geometric symbols across the page with a precision tha ...
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