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... my palms against the desktop again, grounding myself. The wood felt warmer now, faintly resonant, as though my study recognized the returning master and adjusted its hum to match my heartbeat. I traced idle circles across the burn-mark near the inkwell, letting small sparks of mana flick off the edge of each motion. They sputtered, harmless, miniature comets dying on impact with the varnish. It was a needless flourish, perhaps, but after days—or had it been weeks?—of relentless utilitarian stru ...
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