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... ion down.”
Anya hissed as she pressed her hand against her aching shoulder. She was sure that she had dislocated it on her last impact. Her sword, held in her other hand, got dragged along on the ground behind her as she fled.
Beside her, the sturdy presence of her griffin gave her the willpower to continue moving.
Her familiar, the griffin, was someone she had raised from an egg. They had an unbreakable bond and Anya knew she would be saved in the end.
The griffi ...
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