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... illed to its brim. New colors rippled
through the gathered ranks as three more towers arrived in disciplined formations.
First came the Wind Mage Tower, their robes pale silver, embroidered with curling streaks of jade
thread that shimmered like gusts of air.
Their Tower Master was a wiry man with sharp cheekbones and eyes like clear sky, his hair a cascade of silver-white streaming halfway down his back. Every step seemed almost weightless, as if the marble floor ...
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