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He called the spell of the
omnipotent sphere.

He looked about for the
woman, and set out in
pursuit.

T'sain dragged herself up on
the beach. She had exhausted
her only spells:

One of untiring nourishment,
the other affording strength
to her arms.

She ran up the slope
keeping a patch of
vampire-weed-

-between her and Mazarian.
If the grass failed…

As Mazarian strode into
the grass, it twined
sinously about his
ankles.

Then he chanted his last
incantation-the spell of
paralysis.

T'sain whirled and fled across
the meadow, towards a grove
of black trees.

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