Nick clutched his book, muttering incantations in the empty classroom. Weeks of practice yielded wisps, not the spirits his teachers demanded. Dejected, he slumped in his chair. Sudden a cold wind extinguished the candles, and a spectral figure materialized, its eyes glowing and its frail body donned in worn thick robes. Nick gasped, but before a scream escaped, the figure spoke, its voice chilling, and you say "A spark... a faint ember, but... it was enough. you arent entirely useless, boy."
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