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... ared to the feeling that washed over him at these words. "He had... magic?" The thought echoed in his mind, incredulous. Was he somehow one of those powerful beings from the tower, beings to whom even his masters bowed their heads? Did he possess the same talents as them?
Rattan’s mind raced, trying to reconcile the idea of himself wielding magic. It seemed impossible, absurd. He was just Rattan, a slave, a ratman. Magic was something reserved for the elite, for the mages in their toweri ...
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