conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Then for you, Ms. Rae. What is this magical power?” he asked.
conversations.prefix: Mr. Torrid:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Um…a power each person has that corresponds with their magic aptitude?” I asked, unsure.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Precisely,” he said, to my surprise. “Then to go one step further, where does this power come from?”
conversations.prefix: Mr. Torrid:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Huh? Well, it comes from the body, does it not?” Claire asked.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “That answer isn’t wrong, but it is hardly the whole story. There exists a step just before it forms in the human body.”
conversations.prefix: Mr. Torrid:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “And that is…?” I pressed.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  His expression stiffened suddenly. “To continue the discussion beyond this point will take us into heretical territory. To know is to live being watched by the Church.”
conversations.prefix: Mr. Torrid:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Huh? The Church?” I asked. What did the Church have to do with this? And what did he mean by watching?
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “This world has secrets,” he said. “I learned but one of those secrets, and I have been monitored by the Church ever since. I fear they might be watching us at this very moment.”
conversations.prefix: Mr. Torrid:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  I hadn’t a clue what he was talking about. But it didn’t matter.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “I don’t care. If it gives us the strength to protect our daughters, I will do anything,” Claire said.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
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conversations.value:  “I feel the same way,” I said. Claire and I had the resolve. How could we protect those we loved if we weren’t prepared to brave a few dangers?
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “You two remind me of my daughter,” Mr. Torrid sighed.
conversations.prefix: Mr. Torrid:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “The one who died during your research?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Rae!” Claire rebuked.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
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conversations.value:  “So you knew,” he said. “Yes, my research killed my very own daughter. She couldn’t bring herself to abandon the pursuit of truth, believing what lay beyond would bring happiness to many.” He looked at us with pained eyes, as though the image of his daughter were overlaid upon us. “I’m sorry. I’m afraid I cannot tell you after all. I just know you would follow the same path she took, and I do not wish to see any more victims.”
conversations.prefix: Mr. Torrid:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Mr. Torrid, please!” Claire begged.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Forgive me. This conversation ends here,” he said with finality—when suddenly there was a knock at the door. “Hm? Who is it?”
conversations.prefix: Mr. Torrid: