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The Mage Lord Philarx remained tightly draped in his black robe, his expression not visible. Only his pale and thin hands were visible outside his robe, each holding a notebook, with two pens hovering over it at breakneck speed. To a mage, time is everything. Rather than wasting it on talking and laughing or pointless worries about actions, it’s better spent calculating another formula.
Flare was also writing, but unlike Philarx, she sat with he ...
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