Taking Warrick hadn’t been simple, nor had it been easy. Countless members of the Masked Raiders had perished under the golem’s attack, the creature fueled by the natural store of magic that flowed underneath the prison. It was relentless and single minded as it fulfilled the purpose for its very creation, reforming each and every time a gnome or a strongarm busted it apart. The only way to keep it down was to kill the magician that had summoned it. As it was with every time Cato came face to face with magic, he found himself thinking about Remi. She had summoned a golem once. A tiny thing made out of twigs and leftover fabric she’d gotten from Glori’s Fancy Fabrics. It almost looked like a voodoo doll the way she had fashioned it.
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