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O! Rise, spirit, rise! — unnecessary, summoner; even banished it has never left, even with its master in his seclusion the homunculus toddles still. Then! Spirit! Be bound to my will — so the spirit answered to new mistress, weaker than its master; perhaps her heart was less foul. Still, the spirit stalked about shaking its head and the earth its footing, breathing dank and gnashing at stones. O! Spirit, dead or absent! You are a shade thinner than glass. Why do I quake?