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The wizard awoke. His name was Mettulus, an ancient mage who resided in a solitary tower that pierced the sky, nestled high in the azure canopies of the Sorcerous Woods. The first rays of the dawn were beginning to paint the sky in hues of pink and orange. Birds were chirping outside, their songs carrying an undercurrent of magical notes, a melody only beings such as Mettulus could perceive. Mettulus, long of beard and even longer of life, slowly got up from his carved oaken bed, each groan of

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