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... . It just... didn’t last.
He conjured one now, willed the soul energy into shape with that now-familiar golden hue, and watched it flicker into existence.
Four legs, backrest, even a fancy little swoop on the seat just for style.
"Not bad," he murmured.
Then he tossed it across the room.
The chair sailed maybe two feet before it fizzled like a wet sparkler and vanished in the air.
He exhaled sharply. "Right. The core."
That was the issue. < ...
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