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Feybound

Recycled poetry, we’ve used all these spells before; Abracadabra, a whisper to make that cauldron simmer… Calling corners? familiar synonyms since the new are.. feckless; We must honor the magick. Memorable alliteration; Innate skills aren’t teachable; Feybound; Like you? It simply belongs to the stars… Remembered ritual, a taste of what dances upon your tongue; Phantasma, you have always had the touch… It’s not reused, it’s ancient, it’s as spectral as abracadabra…

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