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Zain sat on the sofa beside me, moving stiffly. “People will do many things to gain power. Especially when they feel they have none.” “Are you all right?” I asked, noting the way he held his side. “I’m fine.” “Let me see,” I demanded. “If you’re injured, I can heal you.” He moved his hand, and it came away bloody, but he shrugged. “One of the Unseen had a large knife.” Carth rolled his eyes. “That’s why you use your magic to keep them away.” “I was trying not to burn the entire place down a second time,” Zain said. “Fire is different from air or water or even earth. You need precise control. You can’t just throw it around and hope for the best.” “He does have a point,” Erroh said. “Nice to see you’ve learned something in your training sessions,” Parin muttered. I rose to my feet.
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