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“I remember you now,” he said. A middle-aged countrywoman, plump of cheek, and a little shy. There was a tearing sound and the cloth of her habit ripped apart as the smothered point drove through it, missing its intended target. She was beauty, the key of magic, the teacher of spells, the predictor of wars, and the gate of the future. I'll be quiet.
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