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... yeing the flaming mane of the Night-Mare standing three feet away from him. The horse—if you could call a creature made of obsidian skin and magma veins a horse—snorted, releasing a puff of sulfur that smelled suspiciously like burnt hair.
"It’s looking at me, Ren," Tybalt whispered, clutching his baker’s apron. "It’s looking at me like I’m a marshmallow. And marshmallows don’t fare well around open flames."
"It’s not looking at you," I said, patting the creature’s hot flank. It ...
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