[It's different, the things that he creates out of firmament compared to something made the hard way. Crowley's glasses are all indistinguishable from each other, he has a half dozen pairs scattered around the flat, all of them drawn into existence from the ether.
His phone is from home, he supposes, and it was made properly, but that's not the point.]
Nah, there's nothing magic about the book, s'just words on paper now. All the magic was in the witch and she's long dead, I'd think, being from the sixteen hundreds as she was.
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[It's different, the things that he creates out of firmament compared to something made the hard way. Crowley's glasses are all indistinguishable from each other, he has a half dozen pairs scattered around the flat, all of them drawn into existence from the ether.
His phone is from home, he supposes, and it was made properly, but that's not the point.]
Nah, there's nothing magic about the book, s'just words on paper now. All the magic was in the witch and she's long dead, I'd think, being from the sixteen hundreds as she was.