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“Long story short,” I muttered, as Helki narrowed his eyes on us from the fence around the training yard, where he had been silently watching me train. “I … uh … well, I did the obvious. I had sex with Helki, almost killed myself because look at him, and then my Vold magic was back. Obviously.” “Obviously,” Sig repeated, looking like he wanted to either laugh or throw up. “Are you going to have sex with all of them now and win your powers back one orgasm at a time?”

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A Castle of Ash

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