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... he type to waste coin on trinkets. His cynical, transactional nature was one of his few reliable traits. But hearing him confirm it—that the dull hexagon in his palm was a sealed elemental mana stone—sent a jolt through me. Those were relics, artifacts of a more magically turbulent age. They were rarer than diamond and worth more than a division’s annual payroll. The shock that tightened Ace’s jaw and widened Ann’s eyes for a fraction of a second mirrored my own.
More importantly, it con ...
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