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... round me. The scent of Stella’s workshop, solder and ozone, vanished, replaced instantly by the unique, sterile tang of high-grade, ozonated mana and the dry, ancient smell of parchment and preserved artifacts. I stood in a place I had not visited in far, far too long. The 200th floor of the Tower of Magic, the personal sanctum of the Tower Master, a space so heavily and intricately warded that its defensive arrays were considered a national treasure, supposedly impenetrable.
"You certai ...
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