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As Morgrath added the final drops of the concoction to the vial, elkhood and phoenix tongue he turned to his brother Jung. “The spell takes one moon up to finish.” “So now we wait?” Asked Jung, barely glancing up from his spellbook as he jotted down a spell he’d learnt just yesterday that swapped your eyes and ears. “Now we wait,” replied Morgrath, slumping in a chair and pondering his orb. The Wi…