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- I catch the cloak with my good hand, flicking it open. It’s richly made. An intricate green symbol stitched onto the back. “Where did you get this?”
- “Another druid very kindly let me borrow it.” He examines me critically. “It would be more convincing if you had a staff.”
- I hesitate, then focus. Take the last of the metal from my chest, a few pieces from my arm, and then form the triangles into a twisted, interconnected pole.
- The Strength of the Few Chapter 51
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