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... tarily step backward, clutching the boy-child to his chest. The swaddled toddler squirmed and shook. "Atar, what's going on?"
The pillar of the Highest Flame, thirty stride wide and more than fifty strides tall, was now filled with a storm of whirling sand and dust. Fire flashed through it, but it was in striated bursts that glassed sections of the wheeling cyclone, and those vanished into the impenetrable surface. Yet it didn't expand past the edge of the Altar basin.
Fiammetta ...
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