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... The fifth bell rolled overhead, deep and unhurried, and the city finished waking. Doors slammed open. The smell of fried onions mixed with the sharper tang of horse sweat. Apprentices in gray coats streamed toward the academy, their voices carrying like a flock of birds.
Fizz hovered beside him, still trailing sparks. "Well, that was a satisfactory amount of roasting," he said with a sniff. "But not enough. I have more fire in me. Always more. They have no idea."
"They will," Jo ...
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