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... ng curve, descending slowly. When they drifted too near the crater, however, Pit’s lurched and fell. Flapping all four of his wings frantically to stay aloft, they were shaken by the opposite of turbulence, dropping them a dozen feet at a time before Ouranic Dominion took hold once again.
“I hate that!” Pit croaked. “My Skill keeps cutting out!”
Felix stroked Pit’s feathers, just behind his barding. “We’ll make it through.” He pushed calm assurance across their bond—a feat of gui ...
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