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- Around Setne’s wrist, the Mist curled, solidifying into a new hand. “What do you say, Carter?”
- Above the magician, the air shimmered. A giant blue fist the size of a refrigerator appeared over Setne’s head and pounded him into the ground like a nail into soft wood.
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