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pressed at the head with his left hand,
while his right worked its grim work.
With the tip of his dagger Bruk trailed out on the ground an enclosing spell. Hroda drew the internal octagon and sprinkled black dust from a small leather pouch at the points in which the octagon’s lines touched the boundaries of the protective circle.