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The massive, papery hive I had dragged from my inventory materialized directly above Vance’s head. For a split second, it hovered there, a glitchy grey outline that only I could see, before snapping into full, terrifying high-definition reality.
It was the size of a beer barrel. And it was heavy.
CRACK.
It smashed through the thin canopy of branches and landed squarely on Vance’s shoulder, exploding on impact.
"What the—" Vance started, but his sentence ...
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