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- She leaned in and carefully trudged up to the elder pyromancer, who was using precision flames to burn through a fallen oak beam that had pinned a fallen Ajani Goldmane to the smooth hardwood floor. Ajani was bleeding from a cut above his one good eye, but his own magic was rapidly healing the wound beneath a semi-transparent white glow.
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- War of the Spark, Chapter 10
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