“ But I was sure of it, so rule of survival number one, pick whatever you’re sure of. ”
Overwriting the mentioned rule, he proceeds to caress the pentacle carved in his skin, gently, upon hearing questions about it, he assessed this stranger’s inoffensive, so he
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might as well explain.
“ It’s just a birthmark… but all of us got magic in here, I ain’t the only one. ”
Theoretically right, actually… wrong. He knew the exception and who it was, oh so well. “ As well ” —— that term gave his thoughts a bit of work, he was not sure as
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