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... second, I was watching Red recoil from a moth-eaten croissant, and the next, the entire kitchen of our Silver-Port bakery was being pulled through a straw. The walls stretched into long, thin ribbons of wood and plaster, the ceiling spiraled upward like a whirlpool, and the light—that warm, golden sun through the window—was snuffed out like a candle in a gale.
"Kaelen! Red! Grab ahold of—"
My voice didn’t even make it past my teeth. The air was ripped out of my lungs, and for a ...
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