Flame surrounded the circle, fire burning in each man's eyes. Nine wizards stood with their faces to the center, their vision narrowed to the demon who writhed in the middle, pinned down by searing ch...

Golden stalks of wheat glinted in the growing sunlight. Grunting with effort, Raban swung his scythe through the twisting crops, slicing them at the base and letting the severed grains fall to the gro...

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