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I spent the entire afternoon carefully reading and re-reading my book, making sure I didn't miss anything. I even skipped dinner. By the end when I had a firm grasp on what I achieved, I closed the book, feeling how my hands were shaking.
I had only ten spells in my monograph — but they were unique, the basic tools in an entirely new field of magic.
If they --- anybody --- figured out I could do this — I risked spending my entire life in some basement, not only to be used as a human tool but also to keep this knowledge secret.
There was only one thing I could do.
Make it public.
As public as I could.
Grandpa usually went to sleep early. But it was still too early, so I knocked on his door without compunction, my monograph in my hand.
He could tell me what to do.
When he opened
