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Draw, O Coward
Looking into her eyes, the horror of my mission presents itself; one of its many tendrils reaches toward me, gently, affectionately. I grasp at it blindly, but it slips smoothly through my fingers, whirling upwards, resting against my eardrum. Create the illusion, it whispers. Delude her. Reassure her of your friendship, of this kindling trust. Act your part; draw your wand.
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