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... > A spiraling, controlled plummet straight down the cliffside, talons scraping the stone for extra momentum. The air turned into needles; the world became a blur of sand and jagged stone.
Nysha clamped her hand on the saddle, knuckles pale.
Ashwing screamed like a traumatized baby lizard.
Kherael muttered prayers to a god no one had worshiped in three eras.
Lindarion didn’t move.
His gaze stayed fixed on the horizon—on the place the Celestial’s final whisp ...
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