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... amming hard against the surface of his office desk. Even though he wasn’t present in person and this was nothing more than a blurry projection, it was clear to see the anger that painted his face an alarming shade of red.
It might not be a perfect image but it was still, after all, magic. It was definitely clear enough to see the necessary details. Atticus had heavily charmed his sodalite stone so that now, other than voice, it was able to relay images in real-time. While the respective ...
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