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Fuas sighed, as he saw the young man ruffle his ancient looking shirt. He reminded him so much of young James. It was true, long ago in the year 150 BC, he had met a brilliant young man named James of Carthage. He summoned him at the young age of 13, but unlike most, he dared not use procettive spells in his summoning. Faustus, then in his prime, would have devoured him then and there, but then the boy spoke. He wasn't sending Faustus on a suicidal mission, no, he summoned him because he wanted to talk. Faus had never met a human who wanted to do that, and he listened, answering any questions the boy had. This relationship continued to grow over the course of five years, until the invasion. "No, no Faustus, don't think about it," He told himself, straightening his thoughts.
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