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Prologue

The back and forth squeaking of a cockrel rang out through the dry, crusty valley. The landscape was peppered with dashes of crunchy grass and creaky trees wearing branches only on their tops.

A shack, wooden and short and squat as it was, sat beside an isolated dirt road.

Inside, an older man inspected his hydroponics bay. The vibrant green leaves of spliced tomato, lettuce, and banana plants, amongst others, ran through the old man’s fingers. He smiled and popped out a mug from a cabinet, flicking a switch on the kettle. A clear LED screen on the kettle began to climb from 25°.

He peeked outside the kitchen window and saw three figures walking across the landscape to his house.

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The kettle popped, and all four shot up. Henry ducked into the next room before the three could raise their guns and pepper the room with electrically charged metal balls. As the group reloaded, the old man popped out, far more agile and less frail than he had shown before and he waved his staff in a circular motion.

Before any of them could react, the vines of the hydroponics plants grew, twirled out, and restrained one of the goons, dropping her gun on the ground. The plants wrapped tight around her, giving her a colourful wreath of vegetables across her neck.

Hired gun is hired

“Why not let one of your own do this job, they could probably be more trusted to do this job. He’s not a prick, is he?”

The man in black smiled. “No, Mr Pitch, he is not a contemptible man. He has simply gotten himself mixed up in that which he should not.”

A hearing for the mage

“LAD,” a voice rumbled down the hall, for he was never greeted as simply ‘lad’ by this voice, it was always ‘LAD.’

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