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... e could even react.
The boat shifted violently to the left, groaned then capsized like a toy boat in a storm. With a strangled cry, the witches hurtled over the sides.
Llyworn plunged deep beneath the surface and into the murky depths, gasping when she hit the frigid water. What saved her from aspirating was the Orb of Air around her head, and she thanked the spirits even as she frantically prayed for their help. Swampwater rose, she sank lower, fighting rising panic; the last th ...
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