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Ryn of Avonside - 48: A Storm of Buns
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... gh every open balcony door and window in the whole structure, whipping the plants in my room into a frenzy. Even as I groggily clawed my way to full consciousness the foliage was being shredded, leaves and flower petals swirling out into the night through the window.
“Shit!” I scrambled to secure both of the packs and all the loose items that were laying on the grassy floor. Some of my clothes had already gone flying out the window by the looks of things.
I stuffed everything int ...
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