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Callum kept his magic hidden for thirty years because he saw what the supernatural world does to its members — and one glimpse behind the curtain proves him right. Now every faction wants him registered, recruited, or dead, and Callum's counterproposal is disappearing better than they can hunt.
Progression: spatial magic self-taught under operational security; power that grows sideways, not up the sanctioned ladder.
Reader fit: you want a competent adult telling every authority no, indefinitely, with tradecraft.
Texture: tense, contrarian, cathartic.
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