Description: As I crossed back through the empty court, something that wasn't moonslight flashed in the corner of my vision. Swearing silently, I spun slowly back around, my eyes pressed closed until the last moment. But I hadn't imagined it. There by an arched doorway, in a streak like the mark left on the floor from heavy furniture, was the faintest glitter of something that should not have been there. I knelt beside it and gingerly dipped my fingers toward the flagstones, tapping just lightly enough that a stream of silvery mist spread out from my touch like the radiating arms of a star, flashing the floor in sparkling light. There was magic at Bal Marse. Of course there was.

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