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A powerful warlock.
The warlock’s home was strange. The boy, the intruder, stared at balls of silver. They rolled and melted into a mirror. He looked in and saw himself… and the warlock behind him. He spun around. Two balls of fire whizzed, hitting their mark. The boy, the prodigy, continued his search.
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