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PASTE YOUR MANUSCRIPT HERE. This is a test to see what is going onSearing ice burns like fire. I feel it before it has taken form, the handle of the glacial shortsword that has yet to exist. My skin screams. Already it burns, yet the blue light pluming out my hand has now only begun lining its shape, the handle of the glacial short sword that has yet to exist. What I am doing is drawing a weapon. Not in the unsheathing sense, nor am I pulling it from some bounded store. No. Because this is a weapon that has yet to even exist, I must first ‘draw’ the weapon to life. Creation. Projection.