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“Fitchett smiled to himself. He loved this bit, when it’s about to kick off. Half terror, half ecstasy. The adrenaline surging through him like an electric current. His breathing coming in short gasps and his stomach trying to push its way up through his throat. ‘The Buzzâ€� they called it. And they were right. Fitchett was buzzing, this was what it was all about for him. This blast of magic.”