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... th splayed feathers like sharpened blades.
Its talons glistened with something dark and wet, probably blood.
Wade threw himself backwards, skidding on the dirt.
The buzzard’s talons sliced through the space his head had been just an instant before.
The force of the mind sent him stumbling back, its wings missing him by inches.
As the bird passed, its head whipped towards Wade. Its beak opened wide, revealing a throat that shimmered with electric light.
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