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... , a wall of wind and light that swallowed the horizon whole, turning day into molten dusk. Sand became smoke, the air thick with static and the taste of iron. Every sound vanished under the roar of the gale.
Ashwing pressed close to Lindarion’s shoulder, scales rippling against the storm’s pressure. "I told you this was a bad idea!" he shouted, his voice nearly lost to the wind.
"You tell me that every time," Lindarion replied evenly, his eyes narrowing against the glare. He exte ...
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