Db sat behind her desk, writing, doing open-close movements with her left hand. Open. Close. Open. A warm feeling at her palm made her turn her head and she smirked: it works. A flame bloomed and withered, but came back to life when she opened the little window. She closed her eyes and gave it life. Freedom. The flame disappeared, but she knew, that she had made another ally.
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