A month had passed since Caelan returned from the Cerulean Tower.
He exhaled slowly, the last vestiges of mana leaving him. The Sigil of the Tainted granted him three uses of magic a day—four, if he carefully managed his reserves. Today, he’d stumbled upon another of the phrases' hidden rules.
‘Even if the phrases themselves don't overlap, similar wording can produce a similar effect.’
He hadn't yet grasped the full mechanics of it, but he
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