Date: 2021-09-28 10:05 pm (UTC)
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John raised his arms and began to chant, the cigarette bobbing between his lips. It was an ancient language, one spoken by about seven people, and spoken well by the one who had actually gone there. The words conjured power unlike most magicians had ever felt. Out into the corridor passed a wave of energy, hot and bright. The air burned to breathe as it passed. But then it was done, the circle was once again black, and John plucked the smoke from his mouth and ashed on the floor.

He took a breath, rose to his feet, turned...

And shrieked.

"Sweet inconsolable Christ, man. Announce yourself!" he barked in shock.

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