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... mell of metal left to rust in the rain. Before it was taken away, the memory of the mimic thrashing inside the magic cage was burned in the hair itself.
Marron remained seated at the long judges’ table, spoon untouched beside the other abandoned dishes. Her fingers clutched her apron for dear life. Her heart was still thrashing like a kicking jackrabbit against her ribs.
In the chaos, the other contestants’ plates were still there, warm on the table. A sea-elf’s collapsed soufflé ...
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