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Chapter 2:
Chapter 2: The sickening taste of bile filled the mage’s mouth. At her feet, there was a puddle of vomit. Wet dribbles ran down her chin and decorated her black hoodie. It was a given that any individual might react differently to the variable specific types of magical energy able to be employed. In her few years, nothing had affected her in such a way, made her lose control of her mental capabilities in such a profound way. Kennedy left the rooftop, still in a daze. All concerns of the Asian male and the Redman fell behind. Something had assaulted her mind. The shock of the intrusion left a scar on her soul not soon forgotten. Stumbling, she made her way through the drunks, heading home via the closest MBTA stop. She never made the train; a bus bench was the best she could do. Sufferi
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