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- The Werewolf sprinted to the rope’s end, twined and knotted around the base of Duke Bergan’s huge chair. He worked at the hemp, putting his teeth to the knot and worrying it loose, his eyes looking up at his friend all the while. Finally, the rope went slack, Drew snatching it in a clawed hand and let it run through his grip. His palm burned as the rope passed through it, taking the weight of the Bearlady as she descended from the ceiling, turning all the while. Eventually the girl landed on the floor, where she lay in a cocoon of rope.
- B4 P5 C6
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