[ He rubs his temples after he's sat down, sighing gently. The papers are just notes on magical theory; he can rewrite them with no trouble. But the ink was another matter.
Oh, well. Objects are objects, made to be let go. ]
The papers are ruined, so just go ahead and throw those away.
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Oh, well. Objects are objects, made to be let go. ]
The papers are ruined, so just go ahead and throw those away.