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Now is Then Magic

Then, Magic was about pursuit, dominion of this and that, binding angels and bar tricks, stealing fires, self hip gnosis, slight of hand living a life in one night, smashing it to bits by dawn’s early light. Begging, broken, anything but blessed. how far can one intentionally fall? citing detachment, impermanence, apocalypse, using “who do …

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