Out With the Old, In with the New & Improved!
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Skills. They are the foundation on which this magical world of Grishta. Depending on how many and the quality of skills, one could live an easy life with the path laid out perfectly before them. But others, like Colin, have skills that are not needed or wanted in this world.
Yet he persists, because maybe one day he'll become something greater than what fate intended for him through sheer force of will and hard work.
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And maybe a little divine intervention.
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