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Marek stands before me, his dull lamp light casting eerie shadows across his face, the shapes manipulating as he moves. 

I lounge upon his desk chair, watching him in a way a studious student would watch their teacher. Right now, that’s what he is, teaching me the nuisances of a Summoner and their attacks, having just rambled on for the past eight minutes of Summoner history that I will likely be unable to retain. 

His room is similar to mine, although far smaller with plain bedding and only a desk instead of a dresser. His own balcony door is wide open, despite tonight being far cooler than past nights. The ice tinted breeze dances it’s way through his dark curtains, tugging at the cover of a book that lounges by his bedside. It must be coming from the snowy mountain caps of the Azure Province. 

"Dealing with a Summoner is simple, in reality," Mare

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