For two weeks, I immersed myself in the twin studies of magic and human anatomy. The result was a body that had memorized the spell for Basic Motus Animae, inscribing a vast magic circle within my very flesh like an invisible tattoo.
Three fountain pens drifted through the spacious living room, tracing paths like paper airplanes. My current limit with Motus Animae was ten such pens, or three hundred kilograms of pure metal.
The standard
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