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    Smartass, Stewart Cantel agreed. Maybe the Jason fellow that Cyrian was waiting for has returned.


    Just remember, this is my body.


    Of course, Cantel said. I’m just looking forward to seeing what you can do.


    Yeah, well, so am I.


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    You’ll figure it out sooner or later, Stewart Cantel said.


    it wasn’t me. Shade slowly turned to look at the sickly-looking man in the chair next to him.


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    Well I’m glad that someone is amused by this at least, Stewart Cantel grumbled.


    I had a feeling that wasn’t you, Shade replied, a little more scared than he had been a moment before.


    Remember the memory of the Dragon-turned-Mage Tyrdra when she and her whelp were about to assault the town that was besieged by the Dracair.


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    Be calm hatchling, there is nothing wrong; we were successful.


    It’s not enough; I need more. Shade attempted to expand the Shaping, but something stopped him.


    You will break your mind.


    I think he’s right, Stewart Cantel interjected before Shade could unleash his building rage. I don’t know a whole lot about these things, but I know it takes a lot to accomplish what you just did. To attempt anymore now would be dangerous.


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    You know, I like this guy. Stewart Cantel said.


    You would.


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