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- A fireball struck the spot I'd stood in, splashing on the tiles and charring them. One of the Greycloaks – the short one – raised a staff high. A Mage, then, not an Illusionist or a Thief.
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- Fireballs rained down on me, splashing embers far and wide where they missed.
- A scream from behind chilled me to my bone. One of the Labour Caste had been hit with a stray bit of flame, which was now eating up the side of her body.
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