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- They fanned out, the man and one of the women moving to each side of the stairs; the third came up the middle, axe weaving a hypnotic pattern in the air.
- Jace threw a writhing, razor-finned eel in her face.
- It wasn’t real, but against an untrained mind, its phantasmal nature made no difference; fear was fear, and pain was most assuredly pain.
- She screamed and fell back, thrashing at the phantasm and just about braining herself with her own axe in the process.
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- Agents of Artifice, Chapter 11
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