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- Weaver was drawing her swarm together, and she attacked the least likely target.
- Her bugs flowed into Hookwolf’s shifting mass of blades. Countless bugs no doubt died.
- Silk thread? Golem thought.
- Except Hookwolf wasn’t even slowing down.
- Weaver drew out a line of bugs across the alley. Foil rolled, raised her crossbow-
- Interlude 26b
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