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The chair imparts the knowledge of the ancients with much pink and purple
flaring of energy. Sir Toby's socks, snap-bracelets and his exercise
headband vanish in the pure aether of powerful magic. Toby slumps in the chair, blood dripping from where he had bit his lip. 'This was useless' he muttered as a drop splattered on his left hand. For the ancients died thousands of years ago and what they considered wise and secretive then was taught to schoolkids now. Sir Toby...
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