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Spellegio 514

thanks to the arts she learned in that medieval trivia and by the daphnomancer's steaming kettle in the spagyric hour with salts and tubes and crystals a witch creates and recreates elementals ahhhh but she in the morning so powerful and special not silent and arrogant in judging itself eternal forget that fear and envy are universal and soon after tied to a pyre she burns bulging eyes watching the fire crackle while those who watch in joy flee scared in the riot that no one expect: it's the drumming of black angels wings that another dirty soul came to collect

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