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As your ace quickens, your hand brushes the bag bearing the queen’s ackage, reminding you of your urose and the warlock’s directions.

Reaching into the bag, you wra your fingers around a small, cold, rounded bottle filled with magic—the shrinking otion.

A wondrous shiver travels along your sine as you down the elixir on the move.