The Shattering
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The staff shattered in his hand and he felt his link snap like Elastan pulled too tight. Callandor- or more accurately, its sundered remains, embedded themselves in his arm like broken glass, shredding through fabrics of blue and white. Aeralaanys had all of a moment...
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