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... d been moments before. The wind whipped through her hair, the sight of the land far below them. It was beyond anything she had felt.
Of course, the land soon became hard to make out with the dying light. A blur of dark shapes far below. But she liked the feeling of being so high. Estela and Ronald did not share her glee. Both were clinging to Wrynncurth's spines, their cloaks flowing behind them. Neither looked happy. And they certainly weren't looking down.
Relma sighed. She had ...
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