Chapter 625
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Caster reached into his tool bag. He pulled out a small brass wrench. He did not use magic. He used simple, smart alchemy. He tightened the small brass housing around the crystal. He rubbed a piece of clean cloth over the glass to clear away the mud.

The crystal stopped flickering. It began to pulse with a steady, warm blue light. Thump. Thump. Thump. It matched the boy’s heartbeat perfectly.

"Thank you, sir," the boy whispered, hugging the blue crystal to his chest. "My name is Toby. I just
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