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Dag'rema shivered in the corner of her tent. It was not from cold, for the new land of Durotar was quite warm. No, she needed something. She needed magic. It had been nearly two years since she had killed her mother and renounced warlockism. She had attempted to simply quit altogether, but found it to be nearly impossible. Once the cravings came, she could only resist for so long. Sooner or later, she had to give in. She closed her eyes and tried to make the longing go away, but couldn't think of anything else for very long. Squeak. Her eyes snapped open to find a small rat nibbling on a crust of bread nearby. She stared at it for more t