I had spent my entire life trying to discover the secret to regaining the magic my people once controlled. The stories told of being able to produce food in vast quantities, healing the sick, holding back the elements.
But everything I tried failed, and I died in my study, face down on a clay tablet.
I found myself standing before the creator, and I asked them what was the secret to this magic, what was I missing go produce food, heal, and hold back the elements by magic.
Irrigation, penicillin, and insulation, was all they said to me.
Very disappointing.
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