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... nto something smaller. Not a blaze. Not a lash. Dusts.
She coaxed her flame into fizzling motes, tiny sparks that shimmered teal, bright as beetle wings.
They trembled in the air around her fingers, weightless, harmless looking.
Then she released them. The motes drifted out in a loose cloud.
The Tiyanak noticed at once. Infant faces turned up, curious, mouths puckering in stupid delight.
One toddled forward and reached for the dazzling teal as if it were a ...
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