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| | | Although Irin had a powerful gift, she had not honed it to sorcerer level. It filled in the cracks that had formed when she exploded, when shed fallen apart. His harsh words rode their storm, a garrote of meaning that made her gurgle. She slumped down on the pillow beside Irin, gazing morosely at the gathering below. Someones strong arms surrounded her, and a broad chest met her cheek. |
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