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- Justine looked after the vanished Fomor and then back at me, confusion in her eyes. “That was sorcery. How did you … ?”
- I stood up from behind my desk and stepped out of the copper circle set into the floor around my chair. It was powered by the sorcerous equivalent of a nine-volt battery, connected to the control on the underside of my desk. Basic magical defense, Gard said. It had seemed like nonsense to me. It clearly was not.
- I took my gun from its holster and set it on my desk.
- Justine took note of my reply.
- Of course, I wouldn’t give the personal aide of the most dangerous woman in Chicago information about my magical defenses.
- Brief Cases, Even Hand, Page 151-152
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