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... r control but was left shaking as much from the physical backlash of fading terror as from the cold wind whipping snow about her. Ahh, adrenaline; how I wish I didnt need you.
Thank you, Terry. Her voice was steadier than shed expected it to be. Any interest in some jerky?
The terror bird wearily lifted his blood painted beak from the downed arcane bird and regarded her for a long moment. Finally, he shook himself to indicate a negative. He then returned to gorging on his fallen ...
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