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... ere fighting against Marley’s group, Alexandra was caught up in a fight of her own.

The mushrooms in a wide area around her had been carved to ribbons. Splinters of woody fungi littered the scarred earth at her feet; patches of the ground had been blackened and scorched by magic. She stood in the center of it all, a plain sword held before her in both hands.

There was the faintest scent of what was almost reminiscent of a burnt omelette in the air — likely due to all the scorched ...

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