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... st. Lucen stood nearly upside on a tree, hanging from his water tail.
The impact shook the canopy, scattering startled birds into the air. A thousand tiny leaves spiraled down through the dust, glimmering faintly in the moonlight like dying embers.
He clung tightly to the tree with water tail, every muscle taut, his lungs drinking in the sharp tang of bark and burning sap.
The water rippled and glowed in the light, the forest grew quiet as the dust settled. Lucen's beatin ...
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