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conversations.value:  “I’ll teach you everything I know.” As soon as the apostle left, Mr. Torrid agreed to teach us the basics of a new form of magic. We moved to a vacant lot to the rear of the Bauer dorm.
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conversations.value:  I thought it was a little narrow for practicing magic, but he said it would do fine. Claire and I withdrew our wands and waited for his instruction. “The apostle already said as much, but I’ll reiterate just in case: I’ll be teaching you a technique called tandem casting. Think of it as multiple people working together to cast a single spell.”
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conversations.value:  “Is such a thing even possible?”
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conversations.value:  “Yes. Well, in theory it is.” It sounded like it was tricky to put the theory into practice. “Are you familiar with the fact that there are different types of human blood?”
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conversations.value:  “I’ve heard of it. Something about certain types not being compatible with others.”
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conversations.value:  They were talking about blood types. This world lacked my world’s level of medical knowledge, but it seemed they had still somehow managed to work out blood had a variety of compositions. “It’s as you say, Ms. Claire. Magic, like blood, can be compatible or incompatible as well. Tandem casting requires the casters to mix their magic, but if their magic is not compatible, there will be a rejection. At worst, this can lead to death.” He paused for a moment. “Using this theory as a basis, I made that ring I sealed away in the Box of the Forbidden. The ring amplifies a certain type of magic but causes those incompatible with it to go berserk. I’ve…sacrificed countless people, including my own daughter. And yet my research has accomplished next to nothing.” He said, voice laden with self-derision.
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conversations.value:  “Oh, Mr. Torrid…” Claire tried to comfort him.
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conversations.value:  “Ah, forgive me. Now’s not the time for me to wallow in self-pity, is it? Let’s continue. The mixing of magic is a requirement for tandem casting. Let’s start by having you two practice overlapping your power.” I was suddenly reminded of my time as a student at the Royal Academy. Claire and I had received our first lesson with Mr. Torrid in a moment quite like this, not long before I encountered Ralaire. It hadn’t been more than two years, but it felt like an eternity ago—perhaps a testament to just how fulfilling my time with Claire had been. “Please start by holding hands.”
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conversations.value:  “Like this?” Claire asked as she held my hand. If this were the old Claire, she would have complained about having to touch a filthy commoner’s fingers. Oh, how she had changed…
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conversations.value:  “Tighter, please. Interlace your fingers one by one.”
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conversations.value:  “Oh, like lovers?”
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conversations.value:  “L-L-L-L-Lo-Lovers? !” Despite her shock, she obeyed his instruction. We’d long been close enough to share nights in each other’s embrace, yet there were still times when she acted like a child experiencing her first love.
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