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Her clarity gave her purpose and her purpose gave her clarity.

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Jonathan Stroud
Age: 54
Born: 1970
Born: October 27
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Jonathan Anthony Stroud
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That's usually how they start, the young ones. Meaningless waffle.
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I warn you, the boy went on. I am a magician of great power. I control many terrifying entities. This being you see before you - here I rolled my shoulders back and puffed my chest up menacingly - is but the meanest and least impressive of my slaves. Here I slumped my shoulders and stuck my stomach out.
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The column hung above the middle of the pentacle, bubbling ever upward against the ceiling like the cloud of an erupting volcanoe. There was a barely perceptible pause. Then two yellow staring eyes materialized in the heart of the smoke. Hey, it was his first time. I wanted to scare him. And it did, too.
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So I departed, leaving behind a pungent smell of brimstone. Just something to remember me by.
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Besides, if you're going to die horribly, you might as well do it with style.
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