It was a great hat and Marlow gave it an appreciative nod. Not that she believed it was lucky or magical, but a sorcerer's belief made all the difference.
She went to the chair and ran a hand over the arm. Editing spells was hard. She might have to break it completely, which meant the toad would appear for a second before returned to its former unspelled state. The toad had been a living, breathing thing for that few seconds. It would be again, and she would be depriving it of life.
"What did you compress?"
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