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“I don’t need to unmake it,” he said. “I only need to move it. One step left .”

Pug raised one hand. A faint blue light kindled between his fingers—witchfire, the other soldiers called it. Tomas knew it for what it was: raw magic pulled from the fabric of the world itself. raymond e feist vk

And no Varek.

“Tomas. Look.”