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Grace read the passage, it seemed easy enough, or so she thought, "Recite the incantation Spherae." She muttered slowly. She focused on the space just above her outstretched palm, imagining a small, protective sphere. "ΦΦΙ¦ΙΚΗΙ" She recited, the words feeling foreign on her tongue. She half-expected something dramatic to happen, but there was nothing. No glow, no bubble, just the echoing of her own voice in the vast and empty dining room.
