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... candles lay scattered across the floor, some broken, their wax trails marking where they’d fallen.
Nearby, Moris, a brown-furred cat, lay unconscious. Ivaim let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his disheveled hair.
’One of the reasons I keep getting attacked,’ he mused bitterly, ’is probably because I’m not seen as an legitimate or orthodox Reality Master yet. To most people, that makes me a fair game... an easy target for anyone looking to hunt down the unknown.’
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