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- He thought of the lands of Lat-Nam and effortlessly pulled the needed spell into his mind. He opened his hand, palm downward, and from each of his four fingers a blue flame sparked, then spiraled outward like dwarven fireworks. The blue bolts of mystic force arced and curved, homing in on a handful of the ice-rimed warriors. Each bolt struck a separate creature and in striking turned its target into a spire of blue flame.
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- The Shattered Alliance, Chapter 2
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