Chapter Two: Mazarian The Magician
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Mazarian paced his garden with
a brow frowning in thought.
There was some-
thing which
brought him
puzzlement,
doubt, and
great desire:
A delightful
woman-creature
who came to
his garden
half-laughing
and always wary.
Agonized screaming
jarred the garden.
A mole was chewing the
stalk of a plant-animal
hybrid.
And now Mazarian felt a
watching presence. It
would be the woman, for
thus had she disturbed
him before...
He paused in his stride,
feeling for the direction
of the gaze...
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