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Chapter 17: Aurym
Zechariah squinted slightly. "You really don't know?" Justin shook his head. "You really are lost, aren't you?" "What, you didn't believe me?" Zechariah waved his hand dismissively. "It's nothing personal; the only way to know truth is to entertain doubt. Tell me about your father. You said he couldn't take care of himself?" Justin smirked. "You're very good at avoiding questions." Zechariah snorted a small laugh. "Forgive me-you asked about the fire. Yes. Well." He cleared his throat. "What do you think it was?" Justin shrugged. "Magic?" "Magic!" Zechariah laughed. "Magic is just a word people use for things they either do not understand or are incapable of doing themselves-outside the realm of what they consider possible. I suppose you could be forgiven for thinking aurym is magi
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