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... barely reached the rolling dunes below. The moons were on their way out; nothing but slivers of pink, silver, and white, hanging up there in the cold void. It was cold down here, too, in wind-whipped air that fluttered through the [Familiar]s feathers, but failed to reach any core, or chill any blood. Ophiel had no core, or blood, so he was fine with the cold.
The only true chill in the air tonight, was through Ophiel’s connection to Erick, who was safely ensconced in a warm room, in Sp ...
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