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... attached to a rope anchored in a flying dragon were frankly absolute dog shit.
Sebastian was violently yanked upward into the freezing stormy sky. The sudden acceleration hit him like a freight train made of ice.
FWOOSH!
The wind at ten thousand feet did not just blow, it screamed. It tore at his ragged Drifter coat and clawed at his exposed face.
The ambient temperature was easily forty below zero and that was before factoring in the Level 50 Frost Monarch’s pas ...
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